The words hit me harder than they should have.
Murder. Really?
It wasn’t fair, Mark had saved me, he had saved all of us, but now he was the one being shoved into handcuffs, the one getting dragged outside like some common criminal.
I tried to follow, but a cop stepped in front of me, blocking my way. “You’ll have your chance to visit him,” he said coldly. “But not tonight.”
And then, just like that—Mark was gone..
.
They wouldn’t let me see him.
I had been sitting in the station for hours, my leg bouncing, tapping my fingers nervously on my lap. Around me, Mark’s men were on their phones, making calls, trying to get answers.
“He’s not talking,” Hector muttered to me and I perked up.
Of course he wasn’t. Mark never explained himself, never defended himself. He just took whatever c
