Chapter 142 The Stranger

• Chris
• The interrogation room was dimly lit, save for one hanging light over the cold metal table. I pursed my lips as I peered through the small window that was set into the door; there, seated at one of the chairs, was an all-too-familiar head of red hair.
• Leonard cleared his throat beside me. “We found her hiding out beneath one of the docks at the southern beach,” he said with a grim tone in his voice. “Seemed like she was waiting for a boat to pick her up.”