It had been eight days. Just eight days since Vyan regained consciousness.
The green-capped man who had shot Vyan—the one who had hunted Adrian out of grief-twisted revenge—was finally behind bars. His name was Joshua Jackson.
No dramatic manhunt, no explosive standoff. In the end, it had been rather anticlimactic.
A face sketch and the clue of his romantic connection to the victim of Adrian's sexual assault case from two and a half months ago were enough to figure out his identity. It hadn't taken long after that.
Emma had caught him and got him arrested. She kept Vyan's involvement out of the official records. His existence, still an anomaly, couldn't afford to be scrutinized by the rest of her department. If it weren't for her own FBI badge, things could've taken a far darker turn. Vyan might have ended up in a lab, under fluorescent lights and sterile gloved hands… or simply deported into the void, thanks to his lack of an identity.
