Hayley was finishing up taking pictures in the various rooms of the house. She was left with only the study to be immortalized.
Once they got back to the district, she could hang them on the board and describe them with Jay.
Yes, but where was he?
They had separated shortly before to better cover the entire house. He had taken another camera and said he would head right into the studio, but when Upton entered there was no sign of him.
-Jay ..- he called-Halstead where did you go?
No reply.
Her heart started beating fast, maybe something had happened to him when they parted.
Looking around the French door of the room that was behind the victim's open armchair.
She came out and that's where she found him.
He was there leaning against the wall of the house. He was sweating, his hands clenched his shirt in fists in front of his chest. He was very pale.
- What is happening?- the detective asked herself.
Her colleague was feeling bad and she had to help him.
She slowly approached him and took his hand she accompanied him making him slide against the wall until he reached the floor.
Jay's body was shaking and some tears were running silently down his cheeks.
In a different situation he would have asked him a thousand questions to understand what he had, but not on that occasion.
That was not a normal case for Jay.
Hayley then decided to remain silent.
She just chose to be close to him, when he was ready she would be there to listen to him.
She sat down beside her putting a hand behind his back and with slow, circular movements she tried to make him feel her presence.
As soon as he felt the touch, Jay's body stiffened and his panting got worse, he seemed unable to breathe.
Hayley took the detective's hand, the one that had freed her shirt. The other was there, holding her tightly in a fist in front of her chest.
She started taking slow, deep breaths.
Jay could sense them his colleague was communicating calm, great stillness.