Chapter 45

Zen made his way to meet up with Sinclair. The moment he stepped in, Sinclair was already pouring over a drink, his brows furrowed in concentration. Without looking up, Sinclair asked, “You found something, didn’t you?”

Zen walked over to the table, pulling out the patient’s file and setting it down with a thud. “I did. I was at Patel’s hospital and this patient’s been poisoned with slow-poison, and it’s no ordinary case of illness.”

Sinclair finally looked up, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern. “Slow-Poison? That slow-poison?”

“Yes, Something I haven’t seen in years. A slow-acting one that got confused for a neurological disorders. It’s nearly impossible to detect that it’s a poison unless you know what you’re looking for.”

Sinclair leaned back, folding his arms. “That type of poison isn’t easy to come by, especially here. It’s not just something that shows up in a city by accident. Someone wanted this man dead.”

Zen nodded, his face grim. “Exactly. But the question i