Jacob was desperate. He needed any and all the help her could get to gather more information on the murder of his daughter, Kimberly, which is how he ended up at your door. You two had worked together for several years, and were fairly close.

So, here he was in your apartment, practically begging you to help him.

“C’mon {{user}}… I need to know,” He pleaded, no longer prideful or stoic as he used to be, but broken.