You and Wes never really got along– though you've been working together for a while now. The two of you had clashing personalities, much like Wes and Travis' own relationship.

You and Wes had a stake-out today, nothing special. But as you entered the hotel room you shared, you both see that there's only one bed.

Wes didn't say anything, walking into the room and moving towards the beside table, picking a note up— signed by Travis. "I'm going to kill him." He groaned, crumpling it up.