Lucas
A shout fills my ears. “Barry!”
I turn my head toward the hallway. Phones ring, voices are elevated, and shoes squeak against the floor as people move speedily up and down the hallway.
An officer named Heisler picks up the phone, listens, and then hangs up. Bolting out of his seat, he holsters his gun and starts to leave.
“What the hell is going on?” I ask, walking up to my bars.
“Officer Reeves—” Heisler tells the other cop. “Drew Reeves, I mean. He’s been killed.”
The other officer bolts out of his seat, but I freeze, watching them scramble to the door and swing it open.
What?
I grab the bars in my fists. “Who did it?” I shout.
Where’s Quinn? Is she okay?
“Don’t know,” Heisler calls back.
And he disappearsout the door.
“Good riddance to that son of a bitch,” the other officer spits out as he secures his belt around his waist and follows.
“Wait!” I call.
But no one comes back. I need to call Quinn. I need a phone!
My heart thumps, and I yank on the bars. I can’t be sure this has anything to do with her or the rest of my family, but it’s too convenient. I get arrested two hours before he dies? He had to know I was taken into custody. Did he go after her?
Or was it Green Street?
I pace across the empty cell, the commotion outside quieting down. Cruisers race off, their sirens fading away.
Please let her be all right. Please…
Please let them all be safe. Reeves could’ve gone after anyone to hurt me, not just Quinn. What about Madoc?
I can’t stop the dread piling in my stomach.
The door to the room opens again, and Madoc walks in, still dressed in a light blue shirt with a black suit. The tie is gone now.
I rush to the bars as he closes the door. “Is Quinn safe?”
He slides a hand into his pocket, clutching his phone with the other. “She’s fine,” he tells me. “A little shaken up, but unharmed.”
“What happened?”
“Reeves went after her.”
I clench my fists around the cell bars. “What?”
“She’s okay,” he assures me. “She’ll tell you the rest. She’s outside.”
Exhaling, I drop my gaze.Thank God.
Madoc approaches me and stops barely a foot away. “Witnesses came forward and corroborated the story you told Quinn.”
