“My you sure do smell like shit in the morning.”
The chief stood at the foot of his door, looking down at detective William.
“Well I try.”
“Well damn maybe you should try a little less Williams, maybe then your wife would come back.”
“Yeah and maybe you would come out the fucking closet and stop hitting on me.”
Before any more words were about to be said, a young man strolled past Williams dripping in blood. Williams walked away from the office he was idling looking at. Williams strolled down the same hallway trying to catch up to the young man. The young man started to swerve his way threw the hallway and knocking over the paintings on the walls. Williams was able to apprehend the man before he started to walk in the restricted zone of the office. Williams spoke but it was as no words came out. The office was left dark and cold, the young man turned to face Williams. Williams was starring into the eyes of the young male.