Roland sat upright on his chair, eyes fixed on Taylor who stared back at him. There was no point in asking carefully about Taylor’s family. The twin Sage murdered was good enough to know someone’s intention and if Detective Wayne was the other twin thought to be dead he would figure it out too.
The weight in the atmosphere was soon disrupted by the sound of a young man rushing in.
“Mr. Smith,” the baritone voice cut through the stillness.
Roland and Taylor turned immediately, gaze settling on the officer who stood at the entrance.
“You are needed outside, immediately.”
Roland frowned. He gently stood up from the chair and followed the officer out. It was still as it was earlier outside the clinic. The cops were still lurking around, a few patrolling the area, others discussing besid
