Chapter 182: Strictly Professional

When I eventually got accustomed to kneeling for eternity on end, surrounded by nothing but empty walls of infinite black and white, hearing nothing but breathing, both Ria's and mine… I never thought I'd ever be leaving the claustrophobic quiet until I've either silenced her breathing by fading her completely, or silenced mine... 

Probably killed to death, dragged out in a body bag, from extreme lack of competence or something. This point, either prospect is a probable fifty-fifty.

But now I've already left the room twice. Once with plastic wrappings in tow, and now again, following the clacking footsteps of hard leather heels from the lady detective who just keeps mystifying me more and more about what the hell is really going on inside her head.

"So, how are you faring?" She quite so suddenly asked, her tone a confusing mixture of the bossy and the casual.