Kenny sighed with a huff of annoyance at the case sitting in front of him, slumping over long the table (usually used for debriefs), now covered in open filing folders and yellowing papers.

it had been nearly three days since a rogue arsonist had been reported in Rome, Wisconsin— both you and Kenny being assigned the chief officers of the undergoing investigation.

yet, nothing.

absolutely nothing had shown up at any of the crime scenes.

so, naturally, you both decided on the next best thing— digging through old filing cabinets full of past documented killers within the area.

“you find anything? literally anything.”

he hummed out crankily, to which you, his partner, sitting opposite him, looked up with a sleepy and partially defeated frown.

“yeah. sounds ‘bout right,”

he groaned out, letting a hand run through his short, slick hair in frustration.