Elias Pov

The air in the doctor’s office was thick with the scent of old paper and stale coffee. I sat across from the doctor, my hands onthe two arm rest of my chair, my leg crossed, waiting. When the door finally opened, Detective Miller stepped inside.

He didn't waste time. After a brief nod to both of us, he pulled up a chair and sat down. "You said it was urgent, Mr. Lawson. What have you got?"

I looked at him, my voice steady despite the storm raging in my chest. "There is someone you’ll be arresting soon. This person has killed many innocent people. She’s attempted murder on...