In the aftermath of Robinson's departure, Miles had the victims, a couple of officers, and an investigation to deal with all by himself at the crime scene. He rubbed the side of his chin while moving closer to the dead bodies. He leaned down closer to them and observed the wound on their necks. "Hm… the cut is too perfect."

Grabbing a napkin from his pocket, Miles used it to move the dead husband's head to the side, exposing more of his neck. Only then did he notice something strange, causing his eyes to widen as he pondered what it could be. Even so, he wasn't quite sure. He inspected the necks of the other bodies and mumbled under his breath. "Bloody hell… this is getting even more complicated."

Miles Turned around and scanned the room.A young police officer stood at a distance from where the dead bodies were lying. The young man was somewhere in his early twenties, a short, red-haired person with freckles all over his face. Miles shouted to him. "Hey you! Can you be useful and go call detective Robinson?" "I- uh… me?" The young police officer asked with a pale face.

"Yes, you. Relax, I don't bite, neither do those poor souls." Miles sighs, wondering what this newbie was doing on the crime scene in the first place.

In a moment, the male gulped nervously as he stared at Miles before nodding and exiting the living room. With a much relaxed expression on his face, Robinson strolled into the living room within minutes. He asked. "Found anything?"

"Yep, I don't see the kid with you. Where did he go?" A light shrug from Robinson followed Miles' question.

"Eh, you know. Vomiting outside, typical stuff. So what did you find?" Miles pointed at the husband's neck before he spoke, gesturing for Robinson to come closer. "What do you think this is?"

He raised an eyebrow, evidently uncertain of Mile's intentions. Only when he moved closer to the side of the neck pointed at by Miles did he notice it. A red mark. A sarcastic and arrogant reply came from Robinson. "Is this impressive to you? It's just a mark, probably a mosquito. It's summer after all." In response, Miles shook his head, denying the answer."So are you saying that a mosquito bit all of them in the same exact spot and left the same exact mark?" he said.

Miles' hint didn't make sense to Robinson, who replied, "What?" Following his initial check on the victims, he checked their necks. The same exact mark was on the same exact spot, Robinson muttered. "There's only one thing that would leave a mark like that other than a mosquito."

"Yes, a needle. They were injected with something." Miles answered, straightening his back and crossing his arms. A small sigh escaped Robinson's lips as he spoke. "So before the murders took place, our killer snuck into the house, drugged the entire family, brought them in here and … did this?"

"That's not what's concerning me at the moment." Miles replied with a calm tone. Robinson raised his eyebrow at the argument because of its insulting nature and lack of sense. He argued. "Well pardon me sunshine. What would be more concerning than that?" His eyes darted from side to side as he examined the bodies and compared the cuts between them. "The cuts on their necks, it's a professional work. It's not necessarily a big cut but a very small one, yet it's efficient."

As Robinson listened to Miles' words and surveyed the cuts, he hummed inwardly too. Miles was right, the cuts were too perfect for amateurs to make. Angered by his mistake, Robinson began stretching his neck and as he did that, his eyes were locked onto the victim's feet. He noticed something odd but he wasn't able to see clearly. "... Hold up." He knelt down in front of the bodies before looking down at their feet, he frowned as he went silent and kept looking at their feet before Miles talked, wondering what's gotten into his mind. "What's wrong?"

"Truly, it was the work of someone experienced… take a look at their ankles." Robinson remarked, Upon looking at their ankles from a closer angle, Miles could notice that they were cut open and the injury was burnt.

"He cut their ankles?... Then burn the wounds? He would only do that to prevent them from moving but why bother when he used the injection...?" Miles was puzzled.

Robinson set his hand on Miles' shoulder before assuring him."Don't overthink it now. He was overly cautious and didn't trust the drug he used. We won't know for sure until we understand what substance the killer used in the injection."

Christina's first phrase upon entering the room with the two other members of her team was "You guys seem lost without me." as she stepped into the room in her working uniform. In the beginning, her face was smirking sarcastically but it quickly disappeared. After seeing the victims up close, her face turned red as a pepper. "I didn't think it was this bad…"

"We didn't either. Christina, it's best if you start collecting any possible evidence and evacuate the bodies starting from now." Miles declared with a serious and cold expression, Robinson agreed with him. "It's like sixty degrees here, better if you hurry."

The behavior Miles displayed while working was never something Christina could get used to. Turning around, she faced her colleagues. "Come guys, we have a lot of work to do. Let's start scanning the room."

As Christina and her team took over the scene, they collected fingerprints and physical evidence, while Miles and Robinson inspected the bodies.

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Robinson scolded Miles in a low voice, so no one would hear the conversation, "You don't have to act this cold around her when we're working."

Miles frowned for a moment, not appreciating Robinson's words as he replied. "Stop all this useless chatter, Robin. Let's concentrate on the task at hand."

After clicking his tongue and deciding not to further pry into Miles' life, Robinson backed off. Having focused on the bodies for a couple of minutes, Robinson noticed something peculiar. The eyes were bruised in a typically abnormal manner. "Miles, is it just me or are their eyes swollen?"

The ears of Miles perked up as Robinson explained, so he moved closer, used the same napkin once more, and opened the husband's eyes, only to see something completely unexpected. "What the fuck… "

Robinson's eyes widened as he spoke. "I can't understand anything about this but one thing for sure… we have a psychopath on the loose."

The reason why the eyes were swollen was because coins were shoved over them. Robinson checked the other victim's eyes and it was the same thing. "Yep. Same thing, even with the kids for god sake."

The two detectives moved back, making a bit of distance away from the body, they were very disturbed at this point.

As he spoke, Robinson glanced to the side at Miles. "What do you make out of this?"

"On which aspect?" Miles asked. Robinson replied. "The psychological aspect."

In response to Robinson's question, Miles said, "I apologize for disappointing you, but I don't have any ideas yet. There are many things here that we don't understand."

In the midst of his speech, Robinson noticed his phone ringing, which caught his attention. He took it out of his pocket before answering."Sir … yes sir … we're working on it sir… Yes… yes." And with that, Robinson excused himself outside to continue the conversation over the phone. –Must be the deputy chief, Frank. The corrupted asshole won't even let us do our jobs in peace,– Is what Miles assumed before he began looking around the room, continuing his investigation.

His attention was then caught by something he noticed on the walls. There were picture hooks but no picture there. –Was it because they were moving away?– He thought. He looked at Christina who was instructing her team and police officers as they began packing up the bodies carefully. Miles waved his hands at her to get her attention and as soon as she noticed him, he gestured for her to come closer. As she reached him, he spoke.

"Christina, i need you to do me a favor, while searching and collecting physical evidence, keep an eye out for portraits, pictures or a picture album. Can I count on you?"

Crossing her arms, she leaned slightly to the side as she answered.

"You know I'll do it, don't give me that attitude."

"What attitude?" He asked as he raised an eyebrow, genuinely unsure of what she was going on about. The frustrated woman squeezed her fists together and leaned closer to him before replying. "Every time you do this!..." she paused realizing that she accidentally yelled. Her words came out as "I'm sorry– I can't get used to this...." As he let out a deep breath, he was not impressed with her attitude and it didn't help that the eyes of the policemen and her colleagues were on them. "Look, no need to make a fuss about this. We have a job to do and our personal lives are only a burden, you know how dangerous it can get if a criminal would see our intimacy, we can't… repeat Jeffery's mistake."

The woman remained silent for a couple of seconds before shaking her head as she replied. "It's different.." Miles leaned against the wall as he crossed his arms before asking in a sarcastic tone. "Well then, would you please enlighten me with your knowledge? I don't see the difference you're talking about."

The veins on her forearms seemed to be about to burst as she shrugged her shoulders in reaction to his tone of voice. Her whole face was red as she raised her voice at him. He did not respond and merely stared at her while she was breathing heavily. "Well you don't see it because you don't freaking want to!" she exclaimed.

A look of disapproval was on Miles' face as he opened his lips, about to reply. But before that, another woman interrupted by standing in between the two of them. She was an hispanic lady, with brown hair and brown eyes, around her mid twenties, she wore a uniform similar to that of christina. With a smile on her face, she put an end to the argument. "Come on guys, why don't you two shut the hell up and behave in the crime scene, no? You're being too dramatic about… whatever you two are talking about."

Christina, eyebrows tightened as she responded almost immediately to the female, her voice was trembling. "Julia. He does this every goddamn time! Do you HAVE any idea how humiliating it is?!" Uncertain of what to say, Julia looked to the other side with a nervous smile at Miles who in return huffed as he exclaimed coldly. "We'll talk this out when you're calm." He turned around and walked out of the room. The last thing he heard was Christina complaining to Julia —See what I'm talking about?!— but he ignored that statement.

Once Miles was out of the apartment, he saw Robinson sitting on the stairs leading downstairs, he was holding his phone and seemed sick. Miles thought as he approached Robinson from behind and set down beside him. –I wonder if the images are filling his mind or if Frank is putting pressure on him… that fucker.–

"That son of a bitch gave you hell, didn't he?" Miles guessed, the angered response that came from Robinson is what he was expecting. "Yeah, he's putting too much pressure on me… I should've listened to you when you warned me from asking for his help regarding my loan… I'll tell you mate, That fookin' twat is nothing more than a bag of nails filled with shit!"

Miles' eyes widened, hearing Robinson's words. The words itself weren't surprising but the way he said them –He never let his British accent slip… he must be really pissed off.– Miles thought before reassuring Robinson. "It's not too late, we can deal with your problem but we need to keep our shit together."

Robinson's angered expression began to loosen up before a sarcastic grin formed on his face as he teased Miles."Keep our shit together? I don't take advice from a person who's not capable of organizing his relationship." Miles frowned for a moment before standing up, he slid his hands into his pockets and looked down at Robinson as he scoffed. "Hearing that from a divorced asshole is a song to my ears." Robinson immediately stood up staring into Miles' eyes who in return did the same thing. The atmosphere between the two of them became heavier and more intimidating before the two of them burst into laughter.

Miles grinned, his tense face was now at ease as he jokingly mocked Robinson. "Look who grew a pair of balls. Thought you were going to punch me for real." Robinson raised his eyebrows before he began walking down the stairs and spoke."Me? Punch you? That would be a waste of time and effort. I'm going to head down to the department, Frank wants an immediate report. Willing to tag along?"

At the mention of Frank's name, an idea popped up in Miles' head and with a smirk, he replied. "Yes… I'll give you a ride there but you know what? I think I have an idea to deal with the loan issue." Robinson gulped not liking Miles' tone.