#havocccd

it was a quiet afternoon at java the hut, and considering it was one few places in town with coffee that was actually tolerable — frankie counted this as a BLESSING. the table she had situated herself at, usually meant for four, was occupied by her empty to-go cups and stacks upon stacks of autopsy reports — old and new. a head of dark hair peeks out from the surrounding mess and frankie takes a calculating look around the cafe before she sets her sights on a male sitting at the table next to her. already standing up, she calls out to him, “ hey , uh, excuse me — do you mind doing me a FAVOUR ?? ” and without even missing a beat, she takes the seat across from him and slides the file she had been looking at over to his side. “ tell me — how SIMILAR do those look to you ? and don’t be afraid to be specific. ” she leans in across the table, finger tips pressing down on the two pictures she was showing him — both a close up of a bruised neck with vivid markings.