Lax was exhausted. He's been for a while now. Ever since he started to interview Herman, he was drained. I guess it's natural when you interview a serial killer who's getting executed soon. The fact that he still had nightmares Wasn't helping either, Lax couldn't sleep. So he sat in the kitchen, looking at his notes from the interviews with Herman. Cigarette lit, and coffee steaming. He was so tired, but he couldn't sleep. He didn't even notice Sam coming down the stairs.

"Im not surprised he did this, it's always these type of... Kids.. Who..." he sighed, rubbing his temple