Brady comes over and hands us all gloves. “Let’s look around while we wait. Rick, I think you need to check that all your weapons are still there,” Brady says. “I was thinking the same. He was clearly in my office too.” I said and headed straight to my office.
I don't leave any sensitive information on my clients lying around. It's all in locked cabinets. And I see he didn't bother with any of those. He did try to get to my safe though, but it's still locked. The framed picture of Robyn and I that we took when I proposed, used to stand proudly on my desk. Now the glass is shattered and the letter X has been drawn over my face.
So this fucker thinks he can kill me? I would like to see him try. I leave my office because I don't really want to touch anything until the police have done a tho
