At some point, Mello realized he was mostly alone, save for the cleaning staff. The culprit had been caught; there was no need to preserve the crime scene and so the blood was being scrubbed away and the broken things cleared up.

Mello didn't notice he'd left until he found himself walking, climbing back on his motorcycle without bothering with the helmet. He was home in what seemed like the blink of an eye, so numb he didn't even notice that one moment he was driving and the next he was stepping into his house, closing the door behind him with a startling sound in the silence. And still no tears came, shock like ice gripping his heart.