The day was fading away, with night coming in, and my eyelids were starting to feel heavy. They were also sore from watching the screen.
Since catching Uncle Peter, the supervisor had been ready to put a pin in the whole investigation, believing the culprit had been caught. But I knew the differences in those dosages, which likely meant Uncle Peter wasn’t the only culprit.
The supervisor didn’t call me paranoid to my face but I knew he had thought so. He put me in charge of watching the monitors now, which I was taking seriously, while I also researched.
Behind me, the door opened. I glanced and saw Julian come in. Alice was here with me in the office, asleep on the couch along the wall. She’d wanted to help me research, but her eyes were even more heavy than mine. I was certain she cou
