"Dr. Aria, we have a lead."
Peter Aria immediately sat up from the bed, his eyes clear, no longer showing any signs of inebriation.
Whatever the person on the phone said, it made Peter's expression grow increasingly solemn, his solemnity tinged with a hint of excitement.
Brixton Alvarez leaned against the door frame, having seen several uncharacteristic outbursts from Peter in a single day. If they didn't look so identical, he would have suspected that the man standing before him had been switched out.
"Alright, I'll be there immediately." After hanging up the phone, Peter rushed to the bathroom to wash his face.
He came out and said to Brixton, "I need to step out."
Brixton looked at him suspiciously, "Was the one who called you a woman?"
Peter shook his head, picked up the coat hanging on the rack, and as he put on his shoes, he grabbed the car keys from the shoe cabinet.
"I need to borrow your car, I'll explain later."
Without waiting for a reply, he hurried out the door.