Aoife sat in the car, her forehead cold against the window. She watched the city go by and the only thought in her head was, holy shit, I'm half an orphan now.
When they arrived at the station house, Aoife almost jumped at the sensation of stopping. She glanced at Victor and then climbed out of the car to follow him inside. Once safely in his office, she sat on a chair and leaned on his desk. "So today is a clusterfuck. Sorry. Is clusterfuck unacceptable language in a house of law?"