while checking his email Mr. Richards noticed an unread email from Lamar. In the letter Lamar asked for Daniels would help in his investigation into Mr. Evans death. Mr. Richards pushed his readers farther into his nose intently and squinted his eyes to make sure he was reading the letter correctly.
Lamar wanted Daniel to follow him door to door throughout the Maitland asking questions about the murder. Daniel could feel the sweat starting to squeeze out of the pores on his long thin back. he pushed his dark hair away from his eyes and began to type a response.
So many questions ran through Mr. Richards mind as his hands stay paralyzed over the keyboard. His eyes glide across the keyboard before settling on his ring finger where he still wore his wedding ring. Daniel stared at it for a minute before shaking out of his haze and rolling up the cuffs of his finely ironed button-up shirt. he lathered his hands in hand sanitizer once more before finally beginning to type.
Mr Richards long legs bounced at a steady beat under his study desk as he wrote his response. his mind got sidetracked as he noticed that his chair was too small and his long legs were constantly hitting the table as he wrote. Mr. Richard stood at about 6'3", but was relatively boney. He always wore business casual clothes even though he works out of his apartment, and he wears his readers even if he doesn't need them. Daniel obsessively presses his glasses into his face whenever he begins to get anxious, which has been happening more frequently.
It was hard for Daniel to comprehend that Mr. Evans had died let alone that Lamar believed it was a murder! Mr. Richards agreed to help Lamar, because something has been happening as of late last night. Mr. Richards was feeling motivated, motivated to find out what happened to Mr. Evans, and motivated to take control of his life again. Maybe helping Lamar was the first step in the right direction.
Lamar wanted Daniel to follow him door to door throughout the Maitland asking questions about the murder. Daniel could feel the sweat starting to squeeze out of the pores on his long thin back. he pushed his dark hair away from his eyes and began to type a response.
So many questions ran through Mr. Richards mind as his hands stay paralyzed over the keyboard. His eyes glide across the keyboard before settling on his ring finger where he still wore his wedding ring. Daniel stared at it for a minute before shaking out of his haze and rolling up the cuffs of his finely ironed button-up shirt. he lathered his hands in hand sanitizer once more before finally beginning to type.
Mr Richards long legs bounced at a steady beat under his study desk as he wrote his response. his mind got sidetracked as he noticed that his chair was too small and his long legs were constantly hitting the table as he wrote. Mr. Richard stood at about 6'3", but was relatively boney. He always wore business casual clothes even though he works out of his apartment, and he wears his readers even if he doesn't need them. Daniel obsessively presses his glasses into his face whenever he begins to get anxious, which has been happening more frequently.
It was hard for Daniel to comprehend that Mr. Evans had died let alone that Lamar believed it was a murder! Mr. Richards agreed to help Lamar, because something has been happening as of late last night. Mr. Richards was feeling motivated, motivated to find out what happened to Mr. Evans, and motivated to take control of his life again. Maybe helping Lamar was the first step in the right direction.
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