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"The new psychiatrist," I spit out. "He's a fucking asshole."
Damon steps into the room, looking around casually. "So I've heard. You're not the first to share these thoughts."
"Do you know him?" I ask, somewhat aggressively.
He peers down at me with a blank expression. "William Elsher? No—I don't. He's not a relative, if that's what you're asking."
Somehow, this information calms me down a little bit. "Good. Because I think he might be an even bigger asshole than you," I mutter.
Damon smiles at me, obviously amused at my thoughts of him. "Seems impossible, but thank you."
Taking a breath, I relax, sitting on the edge of my bed. "Anyway, what did we find out?"
"Not much yet. Jillian is checking the feed. I need to go investigate something else, but unfortunately Grey is with Leighton sorting something out. I need you to come with me."
I nod, standing back up. "Now?"
"Yes, free time has just started. Time to head downstairs."
Chapter 30
Damon
I hear Avery's nervous breathing as we head down the stairwell to the underground rooms.
I haven't told her exactly where we are going or why, but she's followed without complaint.
As we enter the underground corridors, I take a peek at the black camera in the corner, confirming that the red light is turned off.
"Where are we going?" Avery asks quietly, walking beside me.
"We're going to the morgue," I reply bluntly.
Her gaze burns the side of my face, but I ignore her. I don't have time to answer her annoying questions.
While Jillian has deactivated the cameras underground completely for the moment, it's still only a matter of time before the staff realize I'm missing.
Judging by the new guards on duty, Arthur is planning to make a move, and he'll be watching closely. I don't anticipate the guards will be around long. They will either leave, be fired, or they will start working for me, but Arthur's counting on that short window to upstage us.
I would normally send someone else to do a task like this, but after this morning's news, I have everyone assigned with other tasks. Also, if my suspicions are correct, I need to confirm them for myself.
We reach the morgue entrance and Avery pauses beside me, glancing at the doors in thought. I roll my eyes, pushing them open.
It's freezing cold in here, but immediately I notice that the examination table is untouched.
Avery sticks close by, eyes darting around in confusion. "What are we looking for?" she asks.
"Capello," I answer, opening the first mortuary cabinet door. "Help me check the trays."
She hovers awkwardly for a moment before walking to the other end, putting her hand on the handle. I can sense her hesitating, and I'm ready to snap at her to hurry up, but she opens the first door.
Relief filters through her face when she finds it empty, grabbing the next handle. With each empty cabinet, she gets more confident, checking quickly, until the two of us meet in the middle.
"There's no one here," she says perturbed.
"Exactly," I breathe out, starting to feel a little worried.
It's not a usual emotion for me, and it makes me feel a little physically sick.
