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So much for packing. Really, Mali was just done with Justice and its bullshit today. She the rational part of her brain said that police going into Lyle's apartment to investigate made sense. He'd just been murdered earlier today. But really at this point did it even matter why? 

Mali walked over the the fridge and popped out a meal, sat herself down on her small couch that she bought from a friend of a friend's garage sale before moving to Justice, placing her right ankle on top of her left leg. The sofa was worn down, threadbare in a couple places and covered top-to-bottom with this weird bookcase pattern with toy horses on it too for some reason. It wasn't an amazing piece of furniture, but it did fold out into a bed, so she figured that if she ever had any guests over she would at least have a place for them to sleep that wasn't the floor or a cheap air mattress she bought from Target. She busted out her phone and dialed in Relic's number.

Really, she had no clue what he could even [i]possibly[/i] do to help in this situation, or even if any help would only make the situation worse, given the number of police here and how on-edge they seemed to be. But at the very least she would probably have somebody to bitch to.