AFTER OUR PLEASANT CONVERSATION, reality once again came crashing back, and we were forced to remember the fact that we're driving away from the mansion, not because we're eloping, but because Cyrus is about to kill his "mother."
"How long did your boss expect you to finish this case?" Cyrus asks out of the blue while we were driving our way to the main house where Talia was waiting for her sweet death.
"Agent Carlos gave me two months max," I answer him.
Cyrus continues to stare at the road as he says back, "You have to finish earlier than that."
I look at Cyrus with a confused expression and ask him, "What do you mean?"
"In two months, Tobias will be twenty-five," Cyrus explains to me, and I honestly didn't understand it at first until I remembered something that Detective Hans expl
