Kapitel 113: The Artist

A month later. East Ham, London

It's been almost a month since Sam returned, she was now living in a new house in Camden Town.

Not only that, but she was also reinstated as Director of Forensics and was happy to have things back to normal. As normal as it can be, that is considering the Press was still up to get her, though she had refused to comment on anything; never really liking the Media attention.

It was 2:32 in the morning when her phone vibrated on the bedside table to her left, which she happily ignored. Whoever it was could wait. She was busy at the moment, her brain releasing oxytocin, accompanied by endorphins. These hormones surging through her synapses, filling her with pleasure.