But what about the man who might have been enjoying himself with her at the time of the crime? He would soon surface.
In the middle of the night at the police station, the lights were on, and a man dressed in a black suit walked in, looking extremely cold and grim, yet beneath his icy exterior lay undeniable anxiety.
"I want to see Charlotte Miller." Atlas Hallow didn't let up on the gas the whole way, speeding recklessly to get here.
During the day, he drank excessively and acted without restraint. She ran off and then this happened, thinking about her being held now, Atlas's heart felt like it was being pierced with needles.
"She is currently an important suspect in a murder case, so you can't see her." The policeman looked at the man in front of him; his thin lips were tightly pressed together, sharp like a blade. His eyes were darker than the night outside, yet as complex as a stormy sea brewing.
