Two police cruisers sat in her parking lot, lights reflecting off the building like a garish red and blue disco ball. Darius Greeley and Rowan Beale stood in front of the open door. None of the interior lights were on, so it was just a gaping, dark hole. What would she find inside? The grim set to the officers' faces extinguished any lingering hope that it had been a false alarm. Miranda closed her eyes for just a second and prayed it wouldn't be too bad.
Ethan squeezed her hand. "Whatever it is, we'll deal with it."
She could only nod. When he pulled a gun from a lockbox and armed himself before sliding out of the truck, Miranda said nothing. They walked over to join his officers.
"Doctor Campbell, I'm real sorry about this," Darius said.
"Have you already cleared the building?" Ethan asked.
Rowan nodded. "Yes, sir. Whoever did this is long gone."
"Are there cameras?"