When Larry had gotten the call from Adam, he had flown out his office, giving a hurried explanation to his secretary, and hurried to his car.

He had made it to the station in five minutes.

Whatever had happened between them, he couldn't leave Adam to deal with this shit on his own, especially anything Jigsaw-related.

During the drive, he hadn't realized exactly what "helping Adam" would mean.

He did now.

It meant seeing Adam again. Talking to him.

As he followed Detectives Cummings and Reid into the back of the police station, Lawrence braced himself to see Adam in every room they passed.

"In here, Doctor," Cummings said. He pointed into a room.

Looking up, Lawrence gasped. He had quickly realized that it was exactly the same room he'd been interrogated in when he was brought in for questioning about Jigsaw, back before the Bathroom.

Only this time, Adam was sitting where Amanda had sat.

Adam looked up as Lawrence and the detectives entered the room.

By God, Adam looked awful, Larry observed. His hair was disheveled, he had lost weight, and he had dark circles under his eyes, which had a sad look to them.

However, Lawrence saw that look disappear briefly when they locked eyes.

Lawrence's heart ached as he realized that Adam wouldn't look so bad if they were still together.

It's his own fault he looks like that, a nasty voice said. Who broke up with who again?

Fuck that.

If they still been together, he would've ran in there, given Adam a few reassuring kisses, massaged his shoulders, and asked him if he was all right.

"Detective, what's going on?" Lawrence asked at the three of them sat down. "What's this all about?"

"It's like this, Doctor," Cummings said. "Does the name Violet Miller mean anything to you?"

"Well, yes," Lawrence said. "She was a patient, she was treated at my hospital about a month ago. For malnutrition."

"Did you know her on a personal basis?"

Yes, she had sex with the person I love most in the world, after my daughter, warped his mind into thinking I was unhappy with him, and took him from me.

"I'm sorry?" he asked.

"Was she with Faulkner at any point? Intimately? While he was with you?"

Lawrence's mouth went dry. How did this man find out about him and Adam?

"How did-I mean-Adam and I-" Lawrence stuttered.

"It's OK, Doc," Reid said, handing over a cup of water. Larry took it gratefully and gulped the water down. "Faulkner told us. It's no big deal."

"So it is true, then?" Cummings asked. "You and Adam have a…more than platonic relationship?"

Lawrence bit his lip, more than willing to admit it, but hesitating all the same. "Yeah," he admitted. "Ever since the Bathroom. I can't explain it-"

"Don't worry about that," Cummings said, holding up a hand. "Could you tell us what happened that night? The night he and the victim were together?"

Lawrence winced, remembering the pain he felt when Adam had told him what he'd done. Why did this guy have to say it so bluntly?

"We'd gotten in a fight about something stupid, and he'd left."

"A fight about what?

"Us. Issues we'd been having."

"What happened after that?"

"He came back the next morning, and told me that he and Miss Miller had slept together." Larry winced again.

"When he came back, did he seem out of breath, like he'd run there? Or was there anything suspicious about him?"

"No,"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes," Lawrence said vehemently.

"Has there been any moments since your rescue when Faulkner's acted suspicious?"

"No," Lawrence said. This was absurd. "Adam's been through a lot, but I promise you, officers, he didn't harm her and he's certainly no accomplice of Jigsaw."

"So you agree with his story? He was with you at the time Violet Miller was murdered?"

"Yes, of course."

Cummings frowned. "All right, Doc, I'll take your word for it."

Lawrence nodded and began to get up.

"Just one more thing, Doc?"

"Yes?" Larry asked irritably.

"You yourself were in a Jigsaw trap. With Faulkner, as a matter of fact."

"Yes?"

"Do you have any evidence that could lead us to knowing this guy's identity? Can you remember anything at all? Maybe you saw someone?"

Larry thought back to the day when he and Adam had seen the news report about John Kramer, Lynn Denlon, and Amanda Young.

He considered telling them about what Adam had said, and what Lawrence knew to be the truth.

About John Kramer being Jigsaw.

He then remembered his own words: "No one is going to take the word of two men who were scared to death."

Besides their testimony, there was no proof that Kramer was Jigsaw.

Jigsaw was dead.

Then who murdered this girl, Lawrence?

A copycat?

Maybe.

Copycat or not, it's clear Jigsaw's still alive. How many more people have to die before you say anything?

"No," Larry said. "The only people I remember that day were Adam and Zepp."

"Huh," Cummings frowned. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a card. "Here, Doctor, call me if you or Adam do remember anything. Thanks for coming down so fast."

"My pleasure, gentlemen." Lawrence said. He took the card and left the room.