I lay there, wrapped in white hospital sheets, the scent of antiseptic clinging to the sterile air around me.

Shane had left a few hours ago and only God knows what this boy will be plotting .

Pain radiated through my body like slow-moving fire.

The door creaked open.

Two figures in navy uniforms walked in, not doctors this time. Detectives.

One older, with a weathered face and a slight limp. The other younger, clean-cut, his notebook already out. They flashed badges before stepping ...