Rosemary's pov:
Despite turning down promotion after promotion, detective Richard Reed still earned himself his own office in the Grimesbrook's police department.
His workspace remains as clean as I've always known him to keep it. Richard never liked a cluttered desk, and thus, a lamp, a computer, a notepad, and one single pile of files is all that rests atop its surface. Besides a pen jar that is, as well as the ashtray he never uses considering he doesn't smoke.
Nothing has really changed since the last time I've been to this place. When was that again? God! It even smells the same as it used to. I am not sure how to feel about that. Although, I do have this… Itch in the back of my mind I can't seem to scratch.
"You made it," Richard's gruff voice makes me turn around to face him.
While his statement suggests surprise, the tone he used was nothing if lukewarm at most.
"I said I would," I mirror his energy.
