GLITCH [CONNOR]

Macomb Street

As a detective, you developed a habit of being a light sleeper, that's why Faye became wide-awake as soon as the heavy knock on the door was heard. Faye shot her eyes in the direction of Connor who was on her left side. He was, of course, awake since he had never slept in his entire life. Faye looked at the clock on the nightstand, it was just past midnight, who would be knocking on her door this late at night. Connor prompted himself up on his elbows, revealing his bare chest, Faye too was wearing negative amounts of clothes, she quickly got up from the bed and hastily put on her tank top and sweatpants that were scattered on the floor. Connor too looked for his white shirt and black chinos which he started to put on. As Faye moved out of the bedroom she closed the door behind her and made a 'hush' motion towards Connor who nodded in response.

She took quiet steps towards the door, her Detroit Police bomber jacket hung on a hook next to the door. She took out the gun out of the inner pocket and had the gun behind her back as she opened the door.

"Lieutenant?" A newly awake Faye said as she opened the door to the Lieutenant, "what are you doing here?" She tried to play it off as chill but on the inside, her heart was racing, knowing that Connor was behind the closed bedroom door.

"I was just passing by and thought that I might come and visit my favourite detective." It was clear from his sarcasm and the smell of alcohol radiating off of the lieutenant that he had been drinking.

"Hank, you're drunk. Go home." Faye was worried, she didn't like when Hank was alone and drunk, "did you drive here?" She already knew the answer, "gosh, I'll call you a cab." Faye put back her gun in her jacket and started looking for her phone around the living room. 

Her searching was abrupted by the sound of the door sliding open, she turned around to see that Hank had opened it more than the few inches that Faye had initially left it at. He stepped into the apartment and closed the door behind him. "Hank, what are you doing?" Her pulse quickened as Hank took a few strides into the apartment.

"I just wanted to have a look around your place." Hank started, he knew what he was looking for, "if you don't mind."

"No, not at all." Faye had to play it cool as she thought about the android in her bedroom, "just tell me if you find my phone."

"Will do," Hank answered as he was looking around, he first walked up to the window where the record player was. Faye continued searching for her phone, this time with more anxiety. Her eyes finally landed on it, it was on the coffee table, next to Connor's sketchbook with his drawing on full display.

Faye walked as quickly as she could without trying to raise suspicion towards the coffee table. She sneakily looked over her shoulder to see Hank glancing into the very small kitchen without leaving the living room. At the moment when the Lieutenant was looking into the yellow kitchen, Faye closed the sketchbook and grabbed her phone. "Found it!" She exclaimed and held it up so Hank could see. She immediately dialled the number to Detroit Taxi, "yes hello, I would like to order a cab to Macomb Street apartment two." A few more informational exchanges and then Faye hung up and turned towards Hank who had opened the bathroom door and was peaking in. "The cab will be here in a few minutes. Can I get you anything while we wait?" Faye put on the most forced 'polite-smile' she could.

"Nah, I'm good." Hank closed the bathroom door and paced towards where Faye was standing, next to the coffee table, with the bedroom door on her right. For every step Hank took, Faye's heart beat a little bit faster.

"Are you sure? Coffee? Tea? Alcohol?" Faye tried to distract Hank to the best of abilities.

"No thank you." His answer was absent-minded, his gaze continued gliding over the entire apartment until it landed on the closed door. "what's in there?" He nodded towards it.