In less than a day of looking around the city, we found Tory Sheffield — thanks to Google and Facebook. And Martin restrained him inside our hotel for questioning. Tory didn't seem to understand anything about the doctor "She just made me sign the damn papers. That's all" he said. I could have noticed it that he was lying, but sadly not. He was telling the truth and I could even tell by the way he was talking, he didn't seem to be hiding anything nor panicking over our questions hence during the evening, we had to let him go.
Simon and Martin left the hotel to find more information regarding Doctor Sheffield's status and where she moved to. Diana and I remained alone inside Fairmont Olympic Hotel private suite, and it felt weird because we hadn't had a solitude time for a while — ever since the last time I stabbed her, but no one is perfect.
