daisy mae langlois.
❝ you know you you can look away for a few seconds, right?? ❞ she knows she’s annoying but she has good intentions. people could work themselves mad, she’s seen it before. ❝ but i understand what you mean. ❞ her hands find their way to her pockets, trying to find something to do so she’s less likely to peek. everything on his desk could be case related for all she knew; she really couldn’t afford a lawsuit right now. hell, she could barely afford rent right now. ❝ if you need anything at all, you can call me. i mean, i can’t help much in the whole agent business, but i have coffee ready pretty much twenty four seven. i can get you sweet deals on it anytime you need it. ❞
“ I appreciate it, but they’ve got instant in the back. ” He doesn’t bother motioning towards the break room. He fucking hates instant coffee. He hates everything about what he’s doing. Murder, he’s dealt with. Kidnapping too. It, QUITE LITERALLY, comes with the job description. But there’s something in particular about John Keller that’s an itch he can’t scratch. The concept of supposed sinners & a lack of saints dredges up bad memories of Southern Baptist upbringing, stuffy sermons and dollar store grape juice in communion cups. The cruelty that comes with subjecting an entire town to fucked-up antics is scarier. The victim is the same, and so is the killer. But the method and the reason, they’re too fresh for someone close to a decade deep in law enforcement. He hates the hotel he’s living in too, with the noisy clatter of the heater ( he thought Arizona was supposed to be hot all the time? What the hell was that about? ) and how the water barely worked. And he hated people bothering him. He was friendly enough when not working — or at least, he supposed he was. When people were friendly to him first. And in any other instance, he would gladly ( if not a bit awkwardly ) carry on a conversation with Daisy Mae. But not here. “ I’m going to make one for myself, actually. If you’d like one ... for the road. And I can ask someone to take you in a cruiser — this late with all this going on, it’s gotta be worrying. ”


















