Deep Ocean Blue Eyes

ley's

handled by more than seventy percent of stations in Chicago alone; they were all determined to fish him – the culprit – out no matter what. My family and I were pretty close to Casper, so I seiz

ows highlighted his hazel eyes which were close set. His button nose looked above his rosette downward tu

ving room to find him

the rolled drawing pape

t's

comfortable on the sofa. "That's exactly what he loo

ore keeping the painting down to face me direct

ently at him. It was a trick I used to see through average people who were easily flustered, and it worked perfectly on

ear on the streets with a black hoodie and nose mask." The latter part pr

on paper, Casper. This is all I could do to help my best friend. Do you kn

d up the paper and ro

the b

hicago – chili. We got all CCTV footage from the dep

rds? People who bought

spect list." He paused, leaving his statement hanging as I also automatically fell silent. "Well...," his voice cut through the air once again as he dipped h

plied, hurriedly g

everything they could find, a footage in the university's premises caught a distinct badge on the culprit's hoodie. When solving murder cas

while leaning in to place his hand around mine.

hat's precisely why he comes running whenever I call for him. Dude's even asked me out once but got faced with rejection. It's not my fault I wasn't in any way a

reciated and so I got up. "Thank you for sparing

life. The last thing I wanted was to devote my time and personal space to a person of the opposite sex only to get attention I despis

love

omly fell on the plate. "Make sure to finish your

slowly, taking consecutive

se me

s la

er brought in earlier. To the right were three different novels titled 'Psychopathy,' "Murder and mystery,' 'Who is the killer?'. And to the left sat my cup of carrot juice, a symphony of halves;

sed to compare those of renowned psychopaths in the books littered around. Weariness was already deep-rooted in my eyes having fixated them on the monitor for hours. I was mentally

A sharp gasp escaped my lips as the unexpected interruption to the quietude I enjoyed startled me. "What th

etrayed the disgust I felt whirling up inside of me in sight of the petite lady holding a tray containing a gla

I asked, giving her

.' No one's ever dared to knock on my door and yet this shrimp managed to pull the deed. She was indeed tenacious. I'd literally sna

fixed on her. I guess I was fascinated by her guts that I couldn't even react to it. "How many ti

am ... .I'm sorry miss...," she apologi

turn to your dut

, avoiding her direct glare. She then inclined her body

how chilled its content was, piqued my interest. I was already an ardent lover of carrot juice and nothing beats a cold d

ction. "I said the juice," I specified. "Oh..." she handed me the

ack into the room while gulping down the en

h me," she told, following suit

't, I'

in here for four hours!!

busy,

n care to know

..," I stressed,

you intend to

," I stressed the 'long'

's go get some fresh air, Ashley. I beg you," she made the last sentence with her right palm cupping my jaw to meet my weary eyes with hers

forced to give in t

and walked out almost at once to avoid any protest from me. She knew damn too well I'd have blatantly turned down the offe