For a moment, the office faded. He was not a physician working with a patient, or even a man listening to another man's problems.
For a moment, he was a little boy, doing his best to solve a riddle that didn't make the slightest bit of logical sense, but bully if that would stop him from trying to piece it together. The shots were of an expert marksman all right, and if Linus was telling the truth (it was always a possibility that he wasn't; this could be a ploy for attention during a mental break, or worse, a plot to discredit him) he should never have been able to make them.
Taking a leap of faith, Liam swallowed. "I believe I'd like to hear your theory."