His cigar flicked into the awaiting ashtray—a second pack consumed within the hour. A heavy sigh escaped his lips as he reclined, his gaze lingering upon the arranged board packed with the details of his ongoing investigations."Cards, LA, murders, and six daring escapes," Liam mused with a mixture of disdain and frustration, his patience wearing thin. "How utterly intolerable," he spat, the bitterness evident in his tone. Nine months had passed since the chase was executed and not a single catch? How unlikely of him. With each passing day, Liam could feel the tendrils of obsession to the crook & the case tightening their grip, threatening to consume him entirely. Days passed and bam, he found himself thrust into yet another bloodthirsty saga. A family of three lay slain on the bustling streets of LA. No one knew the when, why, or most importantly who. "You dam-" he caught himself before the curses could escape, his jaw clenched as he inspected the scene. Yet again, a calling card left behind: a queen of hearts, their identity mark. "Well played," was scrawled upon it, devoid of any trace of a fingerprint. (Credits - @Y_T_X_X on X/ Twitter. Added a bit more length to the intro for this one, my apologies) :)