🌑 Thatcher Davis ☽

Thatcher was sitting in his office, it was already about two o'clock in the morning, there were a lot of files and unfinished cases about the victims on the table. His eyes are sleepy, obviously he can barely hold on. Many sleepless nights have passed, since the death of his colleague Ruth and from his promotion to lieutenant. He's on the verge, but he's trying to hold on. "Just one more case..." he mutters hoarsely to himself, sighing softly.