T W E N T Y - F O U R

The next days that followed, Emmie mostly spent babysitting kids around town, which left Ramsay a lot of time with his friends, and alone. So there he was, sitting on his old shattered couch with a few takeout boxes around him, typing away on his laptop.

His usual murder mysteries that had always included mostly only victims, police, different investigators, and murderers, of course, earned now a few new characters.

Typically, in his books, the investigators or police officers would have a few affairs, with both men and women, and victims would have family and lovers they left behind, but in the new one he was currently writing, a perky blonde woman appeared in many scenes.

Her eyes were green as emeralds, but hair cut short with seemingly a piece of sharp glass. She didn’t care for her looks or hygiene much but was one hell of an investigator. The young skinny woman had earned a lot of her characteristics from Emmie, but there was so much written in that did