*
Aiden stormed into the police station, his glaring eyes sweeping over the entire floor. Everyone looked up at him, and some of them even reached for their guns automatically. But he did not care about anyone there. All he cared about was the one person standing at the far end of the room, a tired expression in his eyes when he saw him.
Aiden made his way towards him, and as he approached, detective Bradley dismissed the woman he was talking to and turned to face him properly.
“Do you really have to make a scene every time you come in here?” he asked.
“We need to talk,” Aiden replied. “In private. And it can’t wait.”
“Of course it can’t,” he sighed, pointing him in the direction of his office. “I just hope this won’t take long. I have a new case on my desk and I can’t afford to wa
