I stood outside the workshop while Wayne quietly guided Drake a few steps back, and although neither of them looked happy about leaving me alone, they both understood that this conversation belonged to someone else before it belonged to investigators.
The man looked at me with uncertainty clouding his expression and I could almost see the questions racing through his mind.
"I don't understand this. I've never seen you before but when I looked at you, something happened." He admitted as his voice trembled slightly and I realized he was just as frightened as I was.
"My name is Storm." I said.
"Storm." He repeated.
His forehead creased as though the name itself had unlocked a door that had been sealed for years.
"I don't know why that sounds familiar." He said.
"You don't have to force
