Third person pov
It was well past midnight when Liora arrived at the police station. She hadn’t even changed out of her work clothes, coat thrown hastily over her shoulders, hair slightly disheveled from rushing out the door. The moment she spotted Raya sitting rigidly on a bench, arms crossed and expression thunderous, her heart eased—only slightly.
“What happened?” Liora asked quietly, sitting beside her.
Raya turned instantly. “He’s insane.” Raya complained.
“That’s helpful,” Liora said dryly.
Before Raya could elaborate, an officer approached. “Miss Quinn?” he acknowledged her.
“Yes.” Liora replied.
“We’re trying to mediate the situation,” he explained. “There’s been… a misunderstanding.”
From across the room, the man—still wearing his mask and sunglasses—sat
