The Captain's Runaway Genius In Disguise

I was just a cleaner making fifteen dollars an hour, scrubbing floors to hide from a past that haunted me.

But when I walked into a billionaire's pristine penthouse, the suffocating visions hit me again. I saw a woman brutally murdered in a room that had been bleached spotless.

I called 911, and that brought the one man I had spent three years running from right to my door: NYPD Captain Kelvin O'Brien.

The patrol cops wanted to lock me up because I found the hidden blood too fast. To avoid a psych ward, I had to pretend my horrific supernatural visions were just brilliant deductive logic.