Chapter 14“Drunk?”
“Maybe even off his face,” Elijah responded, shifting gears and cranking up.
“Dr Fuller? Mr Shaw didn't look like he was drinking or doing drugs. He's a doctor!”
“A doctor who saw some twisted creature crawl out of the ceiling and murder his colleague. Anyone would have broken down.”
“But you didn't,” Perlman noted.
“I did. I didn't sleep a wink, I had nightmares. I'm sleeping with a gun under my pillow again, and I haven't done that since I got back from the war.”
Eugene fell silent. Until now, he had seen Elijah as a statuesque, unflappable agent, but now... well, he felt a painful stab of shame and fear. He had spent the war differently, not like so many.
The investigators were the only ones at headquarters who knew what was really going on – or at least suspec
