#[ remy:cv ]

[det-beaucanon]

❝ i may be a creature of habit--❞ the brunette muses upon pausing mid sentence to take another swig from her glass. ❝ but at least i have damn good taste in alcohol.❞ the statement itself left her with much pride. ❝--shit, what time is it?❞ 

[det-beaucanon]

sms ➤ sent: lily

[ remy ]: psttt.

[ remy ]: you ever get a strange craving for brownies at two in the morning.?

[det-beaucanon]

nothing hits you harder than the feeling of loss with no answers, the consistent struggle of trying to decipher the lies from the truth. in the heat of it all the haze sometimes a piece of light manages to peek through. a moment like such could be defined as just that, a tiny shred of hope. who knew that upon looking into one case another was simultaneously connected. funny how often that managed to happen. she had spent weeks working on a missing persons case regarding a young woman who had been reported missing by her boyfriend. the trail itself had run cold but led the woman and her team to an abandoned warehouse. considering the initial location the place appeared well kept and like it was inhibited by more than just one person before being cleared out. the place had been swept and items were collected, among the items a few computers and servers were discovered. it was then remy found a possible lead.

“i think my guys found something.” she muses upon sliding the other a manila colored folder. “an i.p address linked to a general area….but the trail goes cold after that.” looking to the other, azure orbs study his features. “i know it’s been a while….just like i know i’ve asked you these same questions before–but maybe some of this might jog your memory…” @sailomilas