a frown tugs at his lips, inhaling deeply. โi mean, they arrested someone else.โ he answers. harrison adjusts his sunglasses, pushing them further up his nose. besides hiding his bloodshot eyes, he also ๐ด๐ฆ๐ค๐ณ๐ฆ๐ต๐ญ๐บ thought the shades made him ยป
itโs not the kind of story that makes her shrink back, but crease her eyebrows with sympathy instead. โthatโs terrible.โ
but, as far as the truth went, sheโs heard stranger stories. she shrugs. โkind of sounds like wrong guy, wrong time, doesnโt it?โ squinting a โฆ
had it in her head that it had to have been me. because the last time you see the guy itโs me, him, and girl in an elevator.โ harrison speaks, ignoring the guilt pooling deep in his stomach.
harrisonโs lips crease, heโs going to tell as much of the truth as he can. โi work at a hotel, right? this douchebag was trying to take advantage of a guest and i got her out of his hotel room and left. the next day he was found dead.โ he explains, voice serious. โthis cop ยป
she doesnโt know how to dignify his curiosity apart from giving an amused chuckle, and leaves. a short while passes before sheโs back in the buildingโโthis time, with their refreshments.
โalright, hereโs the deal. you tell me about the crime you were framed for, and โฆ
oh, thatโs great! hey, thatโs actually sort of why iโm here, too โฆ what a funny coincidence. but, uh, hey, lemme grab that lemonade, huh? you sit tight.