Swimmin' in Darkness

Well, there might be someone I wanna butt heads with.

Naomi looked towards the man in red in front of her. He definitely appeared to be suspicious character, but experiences have told the medical examiner that looks can be deceiving. Apparently the FBI had reason to suspect this man but the Naomi was far from getting close to the truth of these killings.

“The police have reason that you are the one that cut their lives short. There is evidence that points to you being the murderer. However, my job is to uncover the truth of how the deceased’s flames were snuffed out. If you truly are innocent, I would like to listen to testimony from you that could help in my investigation.”

“Look,”

There was a very long pause as the man seemed to consider his response. His eyes were trained carefully on the woman across from him, pupils flicking from her wavy grey hair to the various tiny movements of her clothing and limbs. 

“I wanna solve this thing as bad as you do,” he said, finally, drumming his fingers sharply on his thigh, “So ask me whatever you want. But...”

His roving eyes finally settled piercingly on his interrogator’s own.

  Rather then meow the cat gave a simple nod.They looked over at her before casually walking off in the darkness to scout a way in.Leaving her alone to confront the stranger.

As usual, she met with the officer who would look through her things and make absolutely sure she wasn’t carrying anything with her. But she had been visiting for so long it was hardly necessary. She never broke the rules.

Then she was allowed to walk down the claustrophobic, concrete halls lit by buzzing fluorescent lights, all the way to the little row of desks with cold glass panels and somber black plastic telephones. 

No kidding…

  The cat was resourceful during the massive amount of puzzles he faced in the past with his ghost tricks.Giving a small meow they stayed close to her. Curiosity killed the cat,luckily this cat had more than nine lives.

The woman smiled, the corners of her eyes crinkling slightly as she noted the cat’s sudden closeness.

Animals really did seem to be sharper than people gave them credit for. 

It took another fifteen minutes of relative silence to close in on her destination. The end of a lonely road lead to a tall, imposing building walled in by bricks and barbed wire. She glanced up at the tall towers surrounding the area, and slowly rolled down her sleeves. Then she looked back down at her temporary companion.

“oh don’t worry that’s just Sissel; he sleeps like the dead”

i mean im the best stuff-knocker-offer in the whole world, now (i think)

But guilty he felt, anyway. For a multitude of reasons. Chiefest of which was he was about to contact an old friend, and he was too scared to even do it face-to-face.

Of course, it’d be a new face he'd be showing off, due to some strange wish of the cosmos. It wouldn’t be the first time... But this was something a little different. Maybe he was intimidated by this differentness, as he found that he couldn’t keep up a corporeal manifestation. Nuts.

( ‘Alright, Sissel. Here goes nothing...’ )

He reached out a paw–– No, a hand– And connected with an old friend’s core of the dead.