Finding 'x'

•Treading down memory lane•

He had the looks and sweet words to achieve his aim, but he didn't appreciate it whenever his conquest proved to be stubborn. That was the reason behind his earlier actions.

He could never be the killer. The killer was meticulous and intelligent, he wasn't.

He was just a slimy, atrocious rapist. Not a serial killer.

And whoever said a rapist can't kill?

Sigh.

But he didn't succeed in the act, I didn't let him. That didn't make him a rapist, right?

Did they tell you he hasn't tried it before? Did they tell you he didn't succeed?

Hot cop walking in with fluent strides put a halt to my train of thoughts. He paused for a moment to to take in a sight of me seated rigidly on his couch by the window of his room, in his shirt. The already small room suddenly reduced in size.

He resumed his movements and shuffled about the room for fresh clothes before disappearing into the adjoining room for a shower.

He appeared minutes later with a black tank top, a towel around his neck and a pair of worn joggers, I sighted tiny flowery ink on his left bicep, but said nothing to acknowledge it.

He sarted moving around again while I focused more on the depressing view outside the window, wishing more than ever that he would put on more clothes and get the hell out of the room.

But its his room, you should be the one getting out.

Sigh.

A big Styrofoam containing black coffee suddenly appeared in front of me. I traced the hand holding the cup to behold hot cop seated opposite me, with a similar cup in his hand.

How did he manage to get here without my notice?

Probably because you're staring out the window. Durh!

"You haven't eaten anything in days. Take it." He explained his reason behind the gesture and my brow shot up.

"And black coffee will fill me to the brim like food will?" I couldn't help the sarcasm that seeped into my question, but I accepted the cup of coffee from his shaky hand anyways.

I took a sip and remained silent. We both maintained the silence for a while. An uncomfortable one if I may add, he was doing that staring thing again.

Sigh.

"Jide's condition is critical. He suffered a concussion and is currently in coma." He informed between sips, not averting his gaze on me for even a millisecond. I nodded without an idea of what to say.

Serves him right? I wasn't sure he would appreciate that.

Silence reigned for a few more moments and I resumed staring out of the window and taking tiny sips of the coffee I was now grateful for.

"I'm surprised." He finally said when my coffee was drained halfway.

"Why so?" I braced myself before meeting his penetrating gaze. Knowing fully well that another interrogation was underway.

"You seem relaxed, unperturbed even after witnessing a very disturbing situation earlier today." He wasn't probing. Instead, it seemed he was relaying his findings, which he thought was interesting and surprising.