As she walked into the old, badly decaying building, Vonda Richmond glanced around, wandering what she was doing here.
It looked more like a squat than it did a police precenct.
She also saw how crowded the building was. There was an open office space, with desks facing each other, and almost every desk was occupied.
She made her way over to the nearest desk, avoiding bumping into anyone, and approached the man sitting there.
"Hi" she said, trying to sound more confident than she was feeling. "I'm looking for Detective Denwood".
The man looked up at her. He was young, around mid-30's, with short black hair and light blue eyes. He spoke with a soft texas accent. "You found him".
"Oh" he was younger, and more handsome, than she imagined him to be." Hello, detective. I'm your FBI profiler."
It looked more like a squat than it did a police precenct.
She also saw how crowded the building was. There was an open office space, with desks facing each other, and almost every desk was occupied.
She made her way over to the nearest desk, avoiding bumping into anyone, and approached the man sitting there.
"Hi" she said, trying to sound more confident than she was feeling. "I'm looking for Detective Denwood".
The man looked up at her. He was young, around mid-30's, with short black hair and light blue eyes. He spoke with a soft texas accent. "You found him".
"Oh" he was younger, and more handsome, than she imagined him to be." Hello, detective. I'm your FBI profiler."
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