Elias Krane looked at the so-called witness testimony in front of him, then shifted his gaze to the information he had received from Melanie, and finally to the surveillance footage his private investigator had compiled. He sat there in the sterile waiting room, surrounded by cold white walls and buzzing fluorescent lights, but his mind was far from still.
Melanie had been taken into custody, and while he was fully capable of getting her released through court orders, he knew better. As much as he hated it, it was safer for her to remain in detention for now.
At least in there, she was protected—guarded. If someone made another attempt on Adam Collins' life, and he was fairly certain they would, then Melanie would be untouched by the fallout. No one could point the finger at her, not with her behind locked doors.
And so, Elias found himself here- waiting, in this room, for a man he didn't even know personally.
