Wolf In Sheep’s Clothing

RACHEL'S POV

"Ugh! I need a shower." Devon groaned, marching towards our bedroom, leaving a trail of murky water mapping his footsteps. His brows furrowed in anger, frustrated by the fruitlessness of today's investigations. 

It's not like I can blame him, though; I'm equally tired of this rat race we keep running under the guise of an investigation. Despite putting in all our best efforts, all we were met with were a series of dead ends. As much as I hate to admit it, we really need Delilah for the investigations. A frustrated sigh parts my lips as I throw myself on the couch, finally having a moment to rest my back after a long day of being on my feet.