Elara's POV
The police station was cold and too bright. We had been there for two hours giving statements in separate rooms and I was running out of patience and energy in equal measure. My shoulder had been re-bandaged by a paramedic outside the warehouse but it pulled every time I reached for the water cup on the table. I stopped reaching.
The officer who had driven me to the warehouse sat across from me with a notepad. He had asked the same questions three different ways and I had given him the same answers three different ways and we were both tired of each other.
"That is everything I know," I said. "Alexander came to the hospital. He told me about Richard Hale. We went to the warehouse. Lila is in custody. My mother is safe. That is the whole story."
He clicked his pen. "Miss Vos
