Snippet #1103521

Bendikt honestly hated that acidic, biting feeling that rolled around in his stomach whenever a lead proved false. He knew that Markle was a dud, but what other option did he have?
Ben was withdrawn, but was able to answer James when his boss addressed him.
“Yeah,” He hummed in a deep, throaty manner, “he hold him until someone sees though our cheap excuse.”
Truthfully, the fact that Markle ran was what pissed Ben off more than anything. He wanted so badly for Markle to start crying and to confess everything.
But it was never that easy. And it certainly would not be with the Couples Killer.

Ben scrubbed his face with is hands and took in a deep breath. His outward appearance mirrored his inner dismay. Since the murders happen in clusters, he has stay up to drive around to street to monitor for activity. In his opinion there were no off-duty policemen.
Though this made him look like he was tossed out of a moving car.

Ben flashed a glance at his phone to see if there was anymore updates being piped in.
“Hey James, the whole gang is getting bite to eat. I think a little Philly cheese steak would do me good. You drive, my truck is about to rust out completely.”