Imani sat in the red booth with his legs crossed in a chinese restaurant named Ta-Hua. Imani sipped his hot tea as he waited for his guest. He couldn't get the sight of blood everywhere out of his head. He closed his eyes as he pushed those thoughts away.
"Sorry, did I come too late?"
Imani looked at the well-dressed man. He poured himself another cup of tea before looking away.
"No..you're not late at all Asterios"
Asterios poured himself tea before looking at the Japanese man. He sipped his tea. A waitress came by and placed food down on the table before walking away.
"So, what did the infamous Imani need from me?"
"Your brains. I need help with something and I know you are the type to know many things."
"And that is?"
"Cologne. I know you are a big consumer of this stuff."
"I know many brands but what are you interested in?"
"I need help finding a specific scent."
"Hmm?" He raised his eyebrow. "What kind of smell?"
"It had a rather fresh spice and citrus smell."
"Hmm well, there are a few with that smell but one that sticks out the most is a brand called Brunello Cucinelli."
"What does that smell like?"
"Well, it has that fresh spice and citrus smell. But also a hint of a woody fragrance there."
Imani's eyes lit up.
"I believe that is what I am looking for."
"Oh? Really?"
"Yes..thank you for helping me."
"Oh no problem mani."
Asterios held Imani's hand and gently rubbed his knuckles. The doctor had a fond smile on his face as Imani looked at him. He sighed to himself before he looked away.
"I only called you for some help. Not some sort of 'getting back' Doctor."
"It doesn't hurt to try..please."
Imani looked at Asterios who looked like an abandoned puppy with a loss of glee in their eyes. Imani sighed to himself and got up.
"I'll stay over for a few then, doctor."
Imani and Asterios left the Chinese restaurant that night.
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Drake has pulled an all-nighter. His bed hair was a mess just like those baggy eyes were. He rubbed his face before stretching. He needed to take a break before he lost his mind. Drake got up from his seat and walked to the kitchen counter. Making coffee and waiting for it to be done. He stood there thinking about the scent and the keychain he had taken from the crime scene. Hearing a ding, coffee was done and ready to be served. Drake poured himself a cup of black coffee and drank it hot.
The sound numbers are being pushed into the lock. The door opened wide as Imani walked in with a suitcase in his hand. Drake looks over to see his partner. He sipped his coffee as he waved his hand. Imani kicked his shoes off and walked over to his partner. He dugged in his pockets and grabbed an object. It was a cologne and he waved it around. Drake blinked a couple of times before tilting his head.
"Is that..?"
"Our clue! I got it!"
"Where did you get it?"
