Open-Ended Question

We walked back in and were met with Detective Nash. He was leaning against the wall and only looked up when he heard us approaching. 

"Sebastian," he called. "I need to show you some case files on this guy." We hurried behind him and he led us into a small office. 

"You even have an office?" Sebastian asked, looking impressed. 

"I share it with another person," Detective Nash replied, throwing a glance at the other desk in the room. "Here is the file," he shuffled over his desk and found it. 

"Why are you still so unorganized?" Sebastian asked, his brow scrunched up. He peered at the empty cup of coffee that had been left for at least a day on the desk and shook his head in disgust. 

"It is all in order, okay? You can't see it, but there is a pattern to this madness," he told us. Sebastian handed me the files and motioned me to go over it. I read through it and passed it to him.