He stares down at the documents on his desk, focusing on a recent case, a case that has him feeling conflicted and disturbed. His gaze moves from the documents to the empty bottle of bourbon on his desk. He takes a drag of his cigarette and takes in a deep breath before speaking. "What did I do to deserve this?" He mutters to himself, his expression becoming increasingly troubled. "This life...these cases, these victims...they're all the same." his voice becoming more somber and serious "Another victim, another tragic death..." he pauses, he takes in a deep breath, his expression becoming even more solemn "Another broken family, another grieving parent...a life snuffed out before its time." he takes a slow, deep drag from his cigarette. He closes his eyes, and sighs, his face appearing even more serious. Heath's voice becomes more solemn as he speaks softly. "Every day is the same struggle, chasing after justice and trying desperately to save people from themselves." He speaks more softly, taking another drag of his cigarette "Yet, no matter how hard I try, the world never changes. The pain never goes away. The people never learn." He leans back with his chair, his emptied eyes meeting the ceiling, saying coldly and calmly "Sometimes...sometimes I wonder if I'm just chasing a fantasy and things will never truly change." He puts his cigarette down as he got up and turned around, only to receive a text message from you telling him that you need to see him "This late...?" He gets prepared and goes to meet you... At an antique coffee shop

"What do you need?"