Something inside me snaps.
I grab him by the hair, and I yank him closer.
“What. The. Fuck. Did. You. Say?”
He shakes like a fucking leaf, his body wilting away from me.
Then, I hear footsteps on the stairs behind me.
“Falcon, I’m okay,” Robin’s soft voice assures.
I drop him, letting him fall to the ground.
I look at the detective. “Get that bastard in handcuffs.”
She nods, but I can tell she’s still thinking about arresting me, too.
We move past each other.
Robin puts her arms around me at the bottom of the stairs.
I hug her like I never want to let her go.
“He tried to make me take a pill. I put it down the drain.”
“Thank God,” I murmur. “I was so worried about you.”
“I know,” she says, smiling. “Thank you for rescuing me. All over again.”
“This had better be the last time,” I tell her. “I almost killed a guy.”
“Well, I don’t think anyone else wants to use me for some kind of baby farming trafficking situation so we’re probably all good.” She shivers slightly, and I wish I’d smashed her dad’s face into the wall.
A dead man can’t hurt anyone anymore.
“What’s that about a baby farming situation?” The detective asks.
I look over to see her dragging Barrister to his feet.
He sneers at us, as if he didn’t just piss his pants when I threatened him.
“She’ll tell you about it tomorrow,” I tell the detective. “It’s time we took her home. She needs food and rest.”
“Hey,” Owen says, coming back into the hallway. “Is it just me, or can anyone else hear someone singing?”
Robin looks at him. “Singing?”
I look at Jay, and he shrugs.
“It’s been a long day,” Jay murmurs.
“I need to go where Owen is,” Robin tells me.
“No one else is here!” Barrister roars, making it clear that the opposite is true.
“Keep your mouth shut,” the detective tells him, pulling him away from us. “I’ve got rights to read you, and you need to hear them.”
I walk Robin past him, heading down the corridor toward Owen.
