Tristan stepped the police station some fifteen minutes later. He had done some work for the courts and police in Leeds before, and he had been engaged by the Whitby police to examine and assess an arrestee before. Since the police did not only encounter injured people, but arrested the occasional lunatic as well, a doctor who was also an alienist was useful, and Tristan took the extra work with both hands, since his own practice wasn't running that well yet.

He glanced down and the well-dressed but clearly shaken lady in the chair, but moved to the desk. "Dr. Tristan Wells. What can I do for you, officer?"