Bryan had several things running in his mind at once and for the first time in a long while he felt that the more he figured this case out the more blurry it became. He was unwilling to let it go like that, he had to see this to the end.
He wheeled himself along the corridor while suppressing the pains that he felt in his ribs. He mocked himself inwardly for being a masochist and being out here rather than resting in the hospital ward.
He prayed that the conjecture he came up with a few minutes ago, about who the real killer is, wasn't true. He hoped there was another explanation to the whole thing.
He arrived at Regina's desk and met with Bernadette who was also there. James was there as well. The young man had become a criminal enthusiast even more enthusiastic than him, Bryan noted.
"I'm glad to know you're not behind the murder of Collins." James smiled.
