Inspector? Why would there be an Inspector at her door? And with Jasper, of all people. Isobel's mind was already going over possible disaster scenarios as she nodded her head to them, opening the door further to admit them into her apartment.
The shades were drawn, and it was clear she had not spent any time at all trying to keep the place up. Broken shards of dishes still littered the kitchen floor, and her living room was scattered with blankets from the naps she had tried to take in there. It was just as unkept as she herself was.
She didn't say anything until the door was closed behind them, though her hands were busy ringing each other as her thoughts raced. This was about Trenton, wasn't it? This was about the body. No. It was about the drugs they had done. "Oh god..."
Isobel turned from the pair of men and all but raced towards the kitchen without waiting for a word from either of them. Her hand swept over the top of her stove, and the twenty that still sat there was knocked into a drawer which was hastily shut. Only then did she turn, breathing hard, her narrow back pressed against the edge of the stove.