Detective Miller walked briskly out of her booth and headed towards the door. Rachel followed shortly, her heart racing. It was as if her body had just been fueled by the urgency in Detective Miller's voice.
He walked like someone who was under the influence of a spell, a spell that had been cast on him by whoever he had been speaking with on the phone.
As they raced towards the aisle that led to the laboratory, Rachel began to have a hint of where they were going to and her anxiety shot up at once.
Detective Miller's steps began to slow as he approached the white doors of the laboratory. Rachel was still a little far off from him. She picked up her pace until she was walking side by side with him.
She could not help but start a conversation between them. She had been mute thus far. She was not sure she could keep her thoughts to herself anymore.
"So," She began, "It was Dr. Philips you were speaking with while at my booth, wasn't it?"
