I went over to ask him if I should just let him lock up, and realized that he was very stressed. We got to talking and he started telling me that he h...d been staying at work late just so he didn't have to be home with his wife. After 20 minutes of talking he asks me, "Want to go have a few drinks at the bar?". I was thrilled and said, "of course"After a couple hours of drinking we both are a bit bored of the place and he wants to leave, but doesn't want to go home yet. I invite him to my place. His apparent inability to feel any emotion besides disdain, presented a challenge which she was itching to meet. Imagine the thrill of breaking his carefully maintained façade, to expose the raw human core within. To see some expression on those fine chiselled features. In the few weeks she had been here, he had spoken to her perhaps twice? The first time, was the night after they brought her in. Her "handlers" had been less than gentle with her, tearing shreds out of her white linen shirt.. But it’s also true. This is on him, it doesn’t have a thing to do with you or what you did or want.’ ‘So how are you going to find her?’ Kaylee asked, setting the cup down next to the last book she’d gone through. ‘He’s not in any of these,’ she said, waving her hand at the large stack of books. ‘Miss Cranston, we have people out there searching clues. We have them hunting down the ribbon, finding stores where it could be purchased. We have them doing a house to house at every crime scene. I’ve. "Least find out what the screaming was about!"Tony continued regarding her for a moment longer, before closing his eyes and drawing a deep breath."Onnnne," he muttered, starting a slow deliberate count. Doing level best not to imagine her siting there, arms crossed, pouting. They had known each other so long ... enough for Michele to know how to get her way."Twoooo," Tony continued, grimacing. "Threeeeeok! GOD DAMN IT! Ok!" He suddenly swore, "Alright!" he complained. "Lets..."Tony stopped.