SHADOWFALL

By Tessa Harvey


    The three sat on metal chairs, grouped before a small office desk. The room felt cool, and briefly Tarrant noted the view over the city to the mountains and the sea was breathtaking.
    "Your brother insisted on leaving," began the senior doctor. "He seemed to be having some kind of depressive issues." The officer removed his cap from a balding head and wiped his brow with an arm before replacing the navy cap. "He was unfortunately locked in a cell overnight. There are no signs of physical abuse, but there will be a full internal inquiry and a formal apology."
    The tall, dark doctor spoke with a pronounced accent, but was easily understood. He weighed his words carefully. "Does your brother have issues over being confined in small areas?"
    Both men had introduced themselves before they entered the room, but the names had slipped to the ground, unprocessed.
    Tarrant was worrying about his brother now. It was obvious this concerned the police and the hospital. Where was Hunter? What was he thinking?

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