I thought for a minute, replaying it in my mind. "The doctor that tried to kill me yesterday, but he's dead now. So, other than him and Cal, I only remember seeing two others and they were both muscle types – not scientists. They were the ones who grabbed me. But Cal talked to somebody on the phone nearly every day. I don't know who, though."
"Thank you, Harley. You've been a great help." Rafael paused to turn the lights back on and turned back to face the room.
"Harley," he began, his voice firm. "I owe you an apology. When I first caught this case, I decided that you were involved before I'd bothered to investigate the case thoroughly." He glanced over at Carol with a smile, "Some people called me out on and they were right to. I want to take this opportunity to tell you publicly how sorry I am for that."
"Thank you," I managed before stumbling back toward my chair. Scott caught me and pulled me into his lap, nuzzling my neck.
"Is that all?" Scott asked. "He's exhausted."
"Of course," Raphael agreed quickly. "I'll have a few more questions tomorrow, but I think we've covered the key questions for now."
Wrapping one arm around my waist, Scott led me out to the van and we headed out into the night.
