A/N: So this got mixed reviews, but I think i'm just going to keep going with it as my own personal free time story. I'll update when I can for those who are reading it (which means my chapters will be short), due to being my main focus is my other two stories. If you are reading and are enjoying it, let me know, otherwise no hard feelings if you hate it, I'm not writing this one in hopes of getting reviews or follows. I'm writing it because I'm curious to see where I can go with a darker style of writing.

Thank you to the 6 people who reviewed, your feedback was very welcomed and helped me make up my mind. :)

Spelling and grammer mistakes are my own, sorry.

Chapter 2:

The phone had been destroyed, his black jacket replaced with a dark blue one that brought out the intensity in his eyes. His jaw was tight as he eyes focused on the beer sitting in front of him, but his ears were listening to the TV that was sitting a few feet away from him.

Picking up his glass, he raised it to his lips and took a big gulp. After killing the doctor and his whore, he had gone back to shitty apartment on the other side of town and passed out for close to 10 hours. When he woke up, the murders were all over the news and the cops had no suspects or witnesses to use to help solve the case.

"The Rosewood Police department is calling this double homicide a tragedy of a home burglary gone wrong. If anyone has any information that could led to an arrest, they are urging you to call in at.."

He let a small smirk pull at the corner of his mouth as he lowered his head a bit more to tune out the rest of the broadcast but when they mentioned her name, his head snapped up and he gripped his glass tighter.

"Our field reporter caught up with Miss Hastings earlier this morning just a few hours after the reports of the murders came in. As of right now, this is the only interview that Miss Hastings has given and we do not know when she will speak again due to her lawyer refusing any press comments for the time being."

The screen cut to the pre-recorded interview that took place outside a big red building that Toby instantly knew was her office building.

"Miss Hastings, I know this is the last thing you want to talk about, but how are you feeling in the wake of this tragedy?" A young female reported asked with her voice full of sorrow.

He watched the tears that slipped down her face, her mouth turned down into a frown with her hair thrown up in a messy ponytail, as if she could not have been bother to look decent on national TV. Nice acting He thought to himself as he waited to hear what she would say.

"How am I feeling?" She managed to choke out as she brought a hand up to her mouth to cover a sob. "I'm heartbroken at the loss of two innocent people and I promise that the person responsible for these deaths will be brought to justice."

The reporter nodded and pulled the microphone back to her lips. "One more question Miss Hastings," The young woman almost looked nervous to ask. "Did you have any knowledge that your fiancée, Wren Kingston, was having an affair before his death?"

A flash of surprise appeared in her eyes as the word affair reached her ears. Her lips pressed into a hard line as more tears slipped down her face and instead of answering, she turned her back to the reporter to hide another sob. Her lawyer stepped forward and used his body to block the camera from videoing her any longer as he spoke.

"Okay, that's enough questions for Miss Hastings at this time. Thank you for your concern on the matter." He said and with a quick turn, guided her back into the building of her office.

The news program ended a few minutes later and he sat listening as the bartender changed the station to find a sports game. "I can't believe that idiot doctor had the balls to cheat on that hot lawyer." A man a few stools down from his was speaking to his friend.

"Well he doesn't have any balls anymore." The friend laughed as the two of them shared a high five. "How many chumps you think are going to be lining up to date her now that she is single?"

"Probably the whole town and then some," He laughed again.

"Too bad nobody in here is worth her time," One of the guys said looking around the bar. "She wouldn't even bat an eye lash at us."

Speak for yourself you drunken fool. He thought as he finished off his beer and threw down a few dollars as a tip. "See you tomorrow." He nodded to the bartender and left.

Walking back to his truck he noticed a folded piece of paper stuck to his windshield wiper. With a quick look around the street, he carefully removed the paper and entered his truck.

Our spot, 6:00pm.

He recognized her handwriting and a grin played across his lips as he started up the old truck. Checking his watch, he realized he still had two hours before he would have to meet her, so he drove back to his apartment building.

Less than 10 minutes later the old truck was parked and he was making his way into the building with the same grin on his face. He greeted a few of his neighbors as he opened the door to the stairs and took them two at a time to reach the 4th floor.

His hand was already fishing out his keys as he walked to the end of the hallway and stopped in front of his brown colored door. His eyes lingered over the broken number that was only hanging on by one nail, 4G, as he inserted his key and twisted the handle. Of course the landlord hasn't come by to fix it yet. Guess I will just do it myself. He thought with a sigh.

Entering the apartment, he tossed his keys into the dish and let the door slam behind him as he moved further into his place. He walked by his answering machine and a small frown appeared on his face when he saw that he had no messages waiting for him.

It wasn't that he expected messages to be on his machine, the only family he had left was his father and his stepsister, and neither of them were speaking to him at the moment. They had a fallen out a few years ago when Jenna's mother passed away and he refused to go the funeral. When they asked why, he explained that his real mother was already dead and thus her passing held no meaning for him.

He knew he was wrong for saying what he did because his stepmother was the nicest person in the world to him. She had taken him under her wing as her own son and Toby was grateful but in the end, he was bitter at himself for allowing her to take his real mothers place in his heart.

With a shake of his head, he took off his jacket and hung it over the back of his couch while continuing towards his bathroom.

He stripped off his t-shirt and let it fall to the floor as he used his feet to kick off his sneakers before using his hands to remove his socks. Just as he started unbutton his jeans, there was a knock at his door, causing his movements to freeze.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He muttered the question to himself.

Turning around he walked out of the bathroom clad only in his jeans, his bare feet sounding along the hardwood floor as he made his way to his front door.

Without checking the peephole, he threw open the door ready to yell at whoever was on the other side but stopped himself when his eyes landed on the famous lawyer. "Spencer," He hushed her name in shock while his ocean blue eyes darkened with anger.