I was headed to work again, it was Friday, not to be mixed up with the weekend and the now scandalous braided rugs episode. These days it felt like I strived everyday and most days at least 12 hours. I’m not gonna lie, I’m completely worn out. I could hear my own thoughts, but it was as if I couldn’t or wouldn’t do anything.

Dazed is the word I’m groping for, dazed. I knew I seemed edgy, but I was too tired to care and plainly I was kind of floating from exhaustion and strangely I was enjoying it. It had been past three weeks on this last case, and still no break. Yeah, I had somewhere around 7 or 8 other cases I could be thinking about , but this one had me in its lock.

I was obsessed. Either way, the drive to work was a daze and all I remember was that crazy lady, Dolly was what they called her. I think her authentic name was Sharon. She always has that lost look in her eyes. Sad really. You can see she was probably a great lady at one time. Now she pushes a cart around and grumbles as she looks off into space. Tony would call any minute and desire to know what the strategy for the day is.

All I could think of were the oval braided rugs, covered with coffee. There were covers right there and a comforter on the hardwood two feet away from the coffee machine. Why braided rugs? Were they already in the condo? Did the woman bring them with her? There weren’t any other rugs in the apartment. They looked hand made. Pretty nice from what I could tell, except for the coffee stains of course. Why braided rugs? Ring. Ring. Yep. Ok, listen I think those braided rugs are the answer. Lets look more into those things and phone Miss. Delgado about all the folders she had at the scene.

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