[center][h1][color=8882be]Ashley Gallagher[/color][/h1][/center]
[center][h2][color=8882be]Outside the Home of a Star[/color][/h2][/center]


[i]"They signed me up with you so that you could keep an eye on my behavior...but I think it's you that needs the babysitting. The fuck's gotten into you?”[/i]

“If you have to ask that question you’re more of a shit detective than I thought.” Ashley quipped, having retained his thin veneer of stony composure. He mouthed anxiously at the butt of his cigarette like a testy horse on its bit. “What a waste of my time,” He scoffed. “This case is leading us in circles and all the while people are dying. God forbid I expect some decency from the city’s people to try and stop this reign of evil. Who knew such a beautiful woman could be so ugly.” 

He yanked the car door open and stopped, taking a breath to compose himself once more. He seated himself calmly. “I’ve already questioned the girl she spoke of, Emerald. I don’t see the value in doing so again. I’d hate to bring any undue attention to her that might catch the killer’s interest. What do you suggest we do next?” For the first time since the man had joined him outside he looked at Cal, taking his hat off and resting it gently in his lap so that the suns warmth could wash away the pounding between his ears.

 “I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to call it a day, pick it up where we left off tomorrow.” He was lying. Even if he did go home he knew his hours would be spent pouring over case files hoping an inebriated mind could catch something his sober one didn’t. Regardless, he doubted he could be much use to the investigation given the state he was in, and wanted to avoid throttling the next person they questioned. Most of all, he just needed mindless sleep.