LEWIS pulled out the chair across from Hale and sat down. He did not speak right away. He leaned back slightly, letting the silence stretch between them. Hale sat straight, his hands flat on the table, his face carefully blank. Lewis watched him without looking away.
"I want a lawyer," Hale said. His voice stayed even with no edge to it.
Lewis did not answer. He let the words hang in the air for a moment. Then he leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. "You'll get one. Not just yet."
Hale held his stare but said nothing.
"You tried to leave the city with a false identity," Lewis said. "That alone gives me enough to hold you."
Hale blinked once. But that was all the reaction he gave.
Lewis tapped his fingers against the table a few times, then stilled his hand. "As a member of Greyhaven Central Hospital's psych department, you have access to patient records. You know their schedules, where they go after their sessions, how to track them."
