The sterile, fluorescent-lit corridor of the police precinct felt like the antechamber to a different world. The screams and theatrics of the hospital were gone, replaced by the low hum of bureaucracy and the soft, relentless tapping of keyboards. Linsy moved through the formalities with the same eerie calm that had settled over her since her return from the harbor’s edge. She gave her statement with clinical precision, her voice never wavering. The digital recorder was logged into evidence, ...