He was in a small cell that was a very ugly pale green. He had been there for about three hours from his calculations. Bowing his head, he rubbed at his aching temple. This was not where he planned to be. If he had not returned to retrieve the documents he had dropped earlier, and Pearl St. Claire, he would have been fine. “So what’s with the Catman?” A male in a black uniform asked the one sitting behind the desk as he shut the heavy metal door behind him. “Some crazy,” the man replied with a shrugged. “They caught him behind The White Pearl late this evening.” “Isn’t that the bar where the owner had some kind of wild cat that went nuts and killed a bunch of people?” The man asked. “I heard the guys talking about it when I came on duty tonight.” “Yeah, it killed four men. Crushed their throats. The woman said she didn’t know where in the hell it came from.
