|CHAPTER 3- SICK SOUL|("Let's not meet and see each other again.""Okay. Don't ever come to me if you want to live. Distance yourself from me before I could kill you.")"Detective Lesia," someone called my name, gently tapping my shoulder. Lynn's face appeared in my weary gaze, as if she had just entered my unit.I glanced at my watch; I hadn't slept for more than an hour. Exhaustion had overwhelmed me, causing me to doze off on the couch."Why?" I mumbled, my hands reflexively touching my face."Liam Ong," she replied, and I sat up abruptly at the mention of that name."What about him?" I questioned, acutely aware of the intensity in her gaze, which made my throat tighten."Are you investigating this man?" she asked, placing a photo on the table."Yes, do you have any information about his death?""Leave this case alone," her tone grew serious, and her eyes locked onto mine."I can't...""You can. Just trust me, Lesia."I gazed at her in silence. It was the first time she had used m