She nodded at what he said regarding payment before she stuffed her wallet back into her purse. Although Thomas was all business, he seemed kind, or at least patient enough to deal with her recently adopted ridiculous antics. It was a definite change of pace from what she had been dealing with at the precinct, and that was enough to make her feel better. If she had one more man tell her to stop freaking out, she'd probably punch them square in the face. She watched the investigator as he sat in his thoughts, and her eyes followed the man’s hand as he reached up to scratch his jaw. He wasn’t hideous by any means; his dark features and facial structure were definitely something to be admired. He just looked tired. Like he didn’t take care of himself. Caroline didn’t blame him though, if she dealt with what she was dealing with now for a living, she’d probably look horrendous compared to him. The fact that he said that he checked into a mental institution did make her curious though.  Again, with his job title, it was understandable.

She realized she had been staring when he began to speak, which startled her. Her eyes shot away from the man’s face and down to her feet, and at his question regarding Keith’s body, she sighed. “We buried him last week. Cops said they didn’t see the need to keep his body at the hospital any longer.  I can give you the address to the, uh, warehouse he was found in. If it’s okay with you, I’d rather not go. I don’t like it there.” Her eyes slowly made their way back up to meet the man’s gaze. She grabbed a sticky note and the pen from his desk and tried her best to write the address down legibly and scooted it towards him. “It’s abandoned, but I think it’s easily accessible. If you need something, you can call me.” 

She picked up her large, black bag and plopped it into her lap, slipping her sunglasses out. She adjusted the straps of her dress before standing up, and she offered a hand out to him. “Thanks again for everything, Mr. Blackgate. I look forward to working with you,” she smiled and made her way out of the apartment. She was hoping that she didn't seem rude, but this was the most socializing she had done in a while, and she felt like she nearly had her fill for the day. Once she made it to the bustling street, she got into the older pick-up truck and made her way back to the apartment she dreaded sleeping in.