Paul didn’t know where to start in order to find Maze, but he knew where to start to find the person who was working with her who claimed to be his mother’s dead son.
The mental hospital.
He hated the many visits that he was paying the place.
He hated that place growing up and that was why it made him feel uncomfortable any time he came there.
If he didn’t get himself into this much trouble he wouldn’t have to be going to the extent of having to go against the hospital rules, and hand his mother a phone, and expect she would call him when he knew so well she wasn’t mentally okay.
He took a moment before getting out of the car.
He had been outside in the parking lot just contemplating whether it was a bright idea to go in and see her again or whether all of it was just pointless.
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