I Don't Imagine Things, Do I?

After hallucinating in the club when he’s too drunk, Rainier became less focused in his work and he stared blankly ahead most of the time, being lost in his thoughts.

He’s just drunk that time, so why would he start hallucinating about Blaire when she’s the one who killed Leila in the first place?

‘This makes no sense,’ Rainier thought to himself.

He was contemplating whether to call Jake or not. He remembered not too long ago that he ordered to stop investigating Blaire and let her roam around as long as she’s not making any ruckus that will drag the Coleman into it. Or as long as she’s not visible into his peripherals, then Blaire is as good as a stranger to him.

Anyway, it doesn’t matter to him now. He’d better visit Leila’s grave this afternoon before he meets another client.

After a few minutes…

Rainier scratched his head furiously using his two hands.