Mills takes out a set of keys, heading to a small file cabinet, his shaking hands taking more time than needed to open it. As it clicks and the door slides open, I get to my feet. Drexel heads over to Mills, intimidating the poor soul even more as I await the file. Lily and I need this file very much so.
"Lillian Rice's files including the police and autopsy report," Mills informs, handing Drexel the thick founder and I feel my heart skip a beat. Lily's eyes almost appear to glow with anticipation as Drexel places the file before me. I motion her over, the two of us looking at the file as I open the first page.
"I'll read the autopsy," I explain, taking the sheets of paper with charts and pictures printed off.
It's bloody, the scene gruesome to look at. Could Leo of really done this? Th
