" Poor child." I glanced at my comrade as he sipped lightly on his coffee, the crease on his forehead was hard to ignore.
I sighed, " Is she alright?"
" Traumatized, maybe? She kept wailing about her father's innocence. Probaby out fear."
" What about the woman?"
" they found her burnt corpse in the master's bedroom. Her body was sent for autopsy. The report still hasnt come in."
" Oh. Does this happend very often? It's just. . ."
" Welcome to the job, partner."
