Chapter 203: 203. Sticky

Lance made his way back to the psychological appraisals and notes, and threw them on the floor. After stomping a bit on them, he was ready to really calm down.

He took another tissue and pressed it on his nose, and with one hand, he pulled the one-seater back up and sat down.

Looking around, beside the chaos he had caused, there were far too many things lying around that he had to inspect. Things, he didn't remember being here, indicating that all this stuff was related to Paige.

As he let his eyes wander across the room, he saw a big barrel with something sticking out. Narrowing his eyes, he thought it had the shape of a foot.

Lance scoffed, 

'Is there really a fucking corpse here?!'

He forced his aching body up to take a closer look. He already had a headache and a nosebleed, and reading everything about Paige left him with heartache and rage. Even if there was a fucking body, he didn't give a damn anymore.