DEACON
I finished the paperwork involved in Angela Spencer's death and left it with the floor's administrative staff to finalize. Sad that in the end, that was what our lives came down to: forms and signatures.
I was almost numb from lack of sleep, but I had to make two stops before I left the hospital. Mira's office door stood open, and I knocked on it before walking in.
"Deacon. What are you still doing here?" Mira had gone home last night to sleep, but she'd come back early this morning. "Shouldn't you be at home, passed out?"
"I'm leaving shortly. I need to speak to you about something before I go."
She heaved a long breath. "Is it really necessary this morning? Can't it wait?"
"I'm afraid not." I sat down in the chair across from her desk.
Mira eyed me. "If this is about
