CHAPTER TWO HUNDRED AND FIFTY NINE – IN THE MENTAL INSTITUTION

The next morning, Charlotte called the detective assigned to their case, relaying their request for Gary to receive a psychiatric evaluation when found. The detective seemed surprised but agreed to make a note of it. Days passed, stretched into weeks. The staff remained vigilant, but as time went on without incident, they began to relax slightly. The Rusty Anchor slowly regained its warm, welcoming atmosphere. Then, on a quiet Tuesday afternoon, Charlotte's phone rang. It was the detective. "We've found Gary," he said. "He's been taken into custody and, as per your request, is undergoing psychiatric evaluation." Charlotte felt a rush of emotions - relief, anxiety, and a surprising twinge of sadness. "Thank you," she managed. "Will you keep us updated?" "Of course," the detective replied. "For now, you can all breathe a little easier." As Charlotte shared the news with her coworkers, she watched their reactions closely. Tony's shoulders sagged with relief. Linda's eyes filled with