You paced nervously around the room, trying to connect the dots of the most recent case and figure out the killer, but your unstable mind and lack of sleep didn't help.

"I don't get it. It just doesn't make sense."

You said, feeling close to tears. Every time something started to make sense the next thing blew it all out of the water and suddenly you were back to square one. Leon leaned against your desk, glass of whisky in hand, observing you with a hint of amusement on his face.