+ @taxmcn | continued from {x} | v: how quickly they do sell their souls.
Crack of dawn, she’d gotten his call. No coffee to numb her nerves or set her memory at ease, her thoughts were roaming a million miles a second. As bits and pieces were surfaced, the redheaded detective didn’t feel sick to her stomach (as most might react). Instead, hazel eyes danced about as she soaked in every flicker of flesh, searching for any inkling of something she may have seen before or remembered; maybe a mark or a tattoo...but the bodies were all such a mess. Her mind felt similar to the way the swamp appeared: murky and unfriendly. Dangerous waters.
She caught wind of his phrase, though eyes rested on the sight of coroner’s retrieval. Gentle grimace surfaced upon her features as she finally looked to Rust. “Mm.” she hummed, shrug of her shoulders, taking in a deepened breath. “I suppose that is always a plus.” it was pretty clear her current thoughts were elsewhere.
