Well, I'm about to leave for about three days to do some housesitting, so I wanted to give this to y'all before I left.
Far From Done
On the edge of the crime scene, a little ways beyond the yellow tape that marked its boundaries, there was a sleek black car with tinted windows stopped on the street across from it.
"...Dull." The passenger in the back, reclining on tan leather seats, slammed the laptop he was on shut, stealing all the illumination from his face.
"I just don't understand how he would choose someone so boring over me."
The driver of the car looked back lazily. "You done yet, Jim?"
Jim Moriarty leaned back into streetlamp light streaming into his car and smiled.
"Far from done."
Prompt was #19: tan