I saw a flash of motion out of the corner of my eye. Lia rounded the corner, Michael beside her, gun in hand. He raised it. “You with the righteously indignant, yet distinctly guilty expression on your face! Hands in the air!” The psychologist’s gaze darted from me to Michael to Lia. “Batman said to put your hands in the air,” Lia told her. “And while you’re at it, repeat what you just said about the death of Kelley Peterson.”
