Grave Thoughts

Still grasping Warren's arm, Jack squeezes it and nods yes, smiling. Warren walks stiffly through the cell door, feeling like his whole life imploded in just a few hours. Jack, wishing to convey important information, but limited in how he does it asks, When will my statement be ready to sign Inspector? Warren shuts and locks the cell. Clearing his throat, he responds. I'll type it up now; probably a couple of hours. Why? I would like to sign it in your presence, if that is permitted.  Yes, I am lead on this case, so I can grant you your request. Thank you Inspector. One more thing, Jack's face turns grave, his voice serious and foreboding, I am extremely concerned about Mr. Ó Seachnasaigh. I did not wish him harm, but I fear others may feel differently. Warren sees Jack holding up the notes and realizes the gesture is referring to Norman. Details begin to fall into place and paint a gruesome picture. Oh god! The hospital visit and the syringe...Norman has done something to jeopardize Jack's life. That crazy, sadistic bastard!