She was looking for answers about her father’s death, and I was looking to get laid. I drove her around the darkest parts of Kansas City, leading her to clue after clue. She told me I was a genius and pulled her dress up just a little to show me a flirt of her thigh. I suspected she would be less impressed when she found out I only found the clues so easily because I was the man who killed him. I knew I would have to get laid before then. (Taken with Instagram)