Ezra gripped the wheel tightly as he drove, thinking through the thoughts that refused to settle.
The sun was already setting in the horizon, painting the city in hues of orange and purple. The streetlights were slowly coming on as night rapidly approached.
The car he was in was one of the standard issue police vehicles as he couldn't take his own personal cop car.
He wasn't supposed to be out in the field as he was supposed to be on break but there was no way he could stay away when he had heard the name of the victim.
Maya.
The same Maya he had interviewed at Hyde's mansion, the one who had provided testimony that sealed the fate of another.
Now, she was dead. Or so he'd heard. Apparently, she had committed suicide.
But Ezra knew better. Vampires didn't just kill themselves, at least not in the ways humans did.
This was something else.
Ezra gave himself a quick glance. He was obviously not going to the scene as himself.
