Chapter Seven
VICTOR
“It’s going to be alright, Victor.” Gavin said, opening the passenger door of his beat-up old Toyota. We’d run back to the precinct parking deck to retrieve Gavin’s car. There were a couple of empty drink cups in the seat, so he pushed them to the floor. I sat down hard, my knees wobbly.
“Thanks, Gavin.” I breathed. “I’m not sure I can keep myself together.”
“You need to be strong. Be strong for Chad. Most likely it’s nothing serious, so take a few deep breaths, and we’ll be there in less than five minutes.” Gavin patted my knee and switched on the ignition. Moments later he was flying out of the parking deck, running the red light at the corner of Grace and First Street.
Memories of Fede’s death played on repeat in my head. He and Chad had been called to a robber
