Lorraine was the killer. Michael couldn’t believe it. He had known Lorraine for years. She was a solid police officer. They were friends. At least, he thought they were. And now it was looking as though Lorraine was the killer of seven women, and she attempted to go after Spyros.
Michael didn’t know what to think anymore.
He stood in the viewing room next to the interview room where Lorraine was being held. She sat in one of the chairs, her hands cuffed in front of her. She had seen a doctor to get the glass out of her back and arm and to reset her broken nose, which was now strapped with stark white bandages. She had refused a solicitor. Now she was waiting to be spoken to.
It felt strange standing there, knowing that a friend and colleague was the prime suspect for several murders. Mi
