After cleaning myself in the bathroom, I sat on the bed and buried my face in my hands.
Where in life did I go wrong to be so f****d up in the head?
Working with what I did, it was natural that my s****l fantasies had become peculiar. I tried to convince myself it was just that: things had mixed in my head, nothing more.
Suddenly, a light illuminated the entire room like a beacon.
My cellphone began to vibrate on the mattress.
My already accelerated heart skipped a beat when I looked at the lit screen and saw "unknown number".
"Hello, who is this?" I asked when answering, by pure habit, because I already knew who would reply.
I tried to hide how breathless I sounded.
"Hello, investigator Cross." A rough and familiar voice emerged from the other side. I could taste the smile in his
