DETECTIVE Lewis walked through the corridor of Greyhaven Central Hospital with his badge clipped to his coat where people could see it. The Psychological Services wing was much quieter than the other parts of the building. Soft lights lit the hallway. Most of the doors stayed closed. Voices were low when anyone spoke.
He stopped in front of an office door. A small sign next to it read: Dr. Nathaniel Stevens, Psychiatry.
Lewis knocked firmly, and a calm voice answered from inside. "Come in."
He opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him. The office was orderly, almost too neat. Shelves held rows of medical texts arranged by size. Certificates hung in straight lines on the wall. A desk sat centered with careful symmetry.
