Chapter 118: The Artist VI
Two Days Later
11 PM, Jackson Detectives Agency
Sam pushed the agency’s door open that evening, dressed in her usual get-up, pants, and a shirt under a coat and her favorite pair of 1460 cherry red doc martens boots. She scanned the place as she entered; the boys were nowhere in sight. Either already left for the day or doing surveillance, it was 11 in the evening after all.
"We’re close!" Levi shouted from his office when he heard the front door ding, signaling someone entering the agency.
Sam continued on her way, knocking on the slightly ajar door on her left.
Levi and Marco both turned to look at her, and she raised her left hand, showing them the Chinese take out in her hand.
"I could leave?" She threatened jokingly. Marco cheered in relief; he was starving.
Then he approached the redhead swiftly, "You are an angel, Sam!" He said, earning a grin from her.
Sam handed Marco the food, and he took it happily and made his way to prepare it on the blond’s work table.
Levi faced the board again, thinking while he stood before it. He took off his jacket hours ago, and both loosened his necktie and folded his sleeves. But his hair remained perfect as always.
Sam approached the psychologist after shrugging her coat and draping it on a chair, and she stood right beside him, looking at the case board. She hadn’t been there in a while; she was busy with her part of the investigation. But now that she had nothing else to do for their current case but to wait on his lead, she came to help in any way she could.
"What’s the craic?" she asked Levi, his eyes remained on the board.