The red and blue lights flashed brightly through the curtains like patriotic Christmas lights, and lent one more surreal element to an insane evening. The police were polite enough to knock on the door and, despite Katelina's hesitation, her mother hurried to open it. The young officer looked around uncertainly, his gun in his hand. "We received a call," he began, but he was interrupted by Detective Richards, a dark man who Katelina knew on sight. He was the one in charge of Patrick's murder case, and she'd seen far too much of him in the past.
"Ma'am." He smiled suavely at Katelina's mother. "I think you know who we're here for." Wordlessly, she stepped away from the door so he could enter. He was barely inside when his eyes locked on Jorick. "Well, well, and there he is, our mystery man
