HATTY

I stepped out into the lobby of the pharmaceutical, and suddenly, I got a strange feeling.

"Officers," I muttered aloud, getting each and every one of their attention.

"What brings you to my pharmaceutical? Perhaps you need my assistance with an investigation," I added gleefully, knowing damn well they would've gone to a hospital if that were the case.

One of them stepped forward. He was clearly in charge. He approached with his hands in his pockets, then pulled out his phone, fingers scraping across the screen. He finally paused and panned the screen toward me, an image of Salem blaring at my face.

"This man, do you know...