Ravyn's POV:
Detective Thomas sat there at the table with a confused, questioning look on his face. I took my inhaler and sat back down at the table and set it down in front of him.
"I'm not sure I understand how an inhaler is supposed to get what we need." The detective told me and I just smiled.
"Let me break it down to you in short, Detective Thomas since you seem to be a little slow to the party. This small little contraption, barely the size of my hand is my key to life. If I don't have this with me at all times of my day for the rest of my life, I could die. No one will question this." I told him.
He picked up the inhaler and he took a look at it. He moved it around in his hand a few times before he set it back down on the table.
"I think we could make that work." He told me wit
