Lowe had asked Blair to meet him at the apartment. On the drive over there, Blair was debating with himself, a part of him wanted to turn around and go back to the hotel as he did not trust anybody but himself to take care of Jacqui, but the other part of him wanted to be a hero in her eyes, wanted to catch the bastard who was making her life a living hell.
The apartment was a hive of activity with forensics and fingerprint technicians all over the place and Lowe, like a choirmaster, directing the show. When he finally noticed Blair, he turned towards him with a sigh.
“At last, someone who has a healthy set of eyes and ears. I swear, most of these guys had gone deaf overnight, never mind the ones who had gone blind. Can you believe Frankenstein over there knocked over and broke a glass
