Red_Roses_and_Black_Dahlias_-_Macy_T

We were finally making progress and then our main suspect dropped
fucking dead!
I could feel myself starting to freak out when my gaze caught sight of the
water bottle still sitting on the desk in a pool of hemoglobins. My eyes
widened in sudden understanding.
The water.
Conan was doing fucking great before he drank that water Jane brought
him.
My eyes widened and I ran out of the room, yelling for Barbra. I found
her in the main hall, on the floor with half a dozen other employees, hugging
their knees and silently freaking out. Adam was at the door, on the phone,
probably with the precinct, his gun in hand. He was making sure nobody got
out of here or came in.
I swiped the hall for the small glasses-wearing blond but somehow
couldn’t find her anywhere. Fuck, fuck, fuck.
“Barbra! Where the fuck is Jane?” The blond looked up at me with wide
eyes shaking her head.
“W-who?”
“Jane, the blond intern you sent to bring Michaels some water!” I was
frantic, there was no time to spare.
“I-I don’t know what you’re talking about!” Barbra bursted into tears and
Adam sent me a look of anguish and confusion from the other side of the
room.
“There’s no intern called Jane working here, officer.” Another, calmer,
voice called from my left and I turned around. A middle aged man sat against