Detroit: Witness I

5. DETECTIVE DAHLIA'S DESK (2)

Trucy decided to find Detective Dahlia's desk. It surprisingly was nowhere near her husband's, it was in the other row, at the one furthest away from the glass cube. She was not there, but her belongings were. Her desk was like a mirror of her personality, in a way: it had a corck board againts the wall, covered in papers filled by hastily written ideas. It was quite messy, but after a few seconds of analyzing the GK700 could detect some 'chaotic order' amongst the hectic writing.

The attenton of the android shifted to the desk itself. It too had a cup, but this one was filled with latte with molten chocolate inside, and instead of having a plate of nutritious sandwich the food next to it were chocolate chip cookies, made with cocoa batter. Seems like Detective Dahlia really liked chocolate.. A fine thing to know. Altough it was said amongst humans that it were men, who had the path to their heart leading trough their stomach, Trucy knew this method worked on every human, as their body released certain hormones that made them feel happy. And happiness was like a drug, the humans clung to it like an addict.

The next thing that caught its eyes was a little sketch of someone, stuck to the down-left corner of the screen of the computer. It said 'don't forget', written neatly with dark blue ink. The handwriting was very different from the ones that adorned the corck board, they were filled with passion, written in the heat of the moment, the edge of the lines curling upwards. But this one was written in one neat line, the letters were written in capital and ingraved into the paper with much more force — as if it had been written by someone angry.

Other than these and a small, purple orchid, Detective Dahlia's desk held no further points of interests. And the woman was still not free from the foresics.. It mattered not, as Trucy still had one point of interest.

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