With two murders having already taken place, everyone understandably wanted to go home.

“Oh, Wadsworth, I’ll make you sorry you ever started this.” Mrs. White reaches over and grabs his tie, making a show to straighten it while holding his gaze. You just miss the way he stiffens beneath her palms.

“One day, when we’re alone together-“ she starts to subtly smirk, her words laced with something suggestive. You feel a pang of jealousy at her proximity and the way she touches his chest.

“Mrs. White. No man in his right mind would be alone together with you.” Wadsworth’s words were clear and filled distaste.

His eyes flick over to you, the corners of his mouth quirking upwards. He throws a wink your way, a wordless reassurance that he was not interested in her—Not like how he was with you.