CHAPTER 34
Patrick Johnson's eyes were bloodshot. He gulped in as much caffeine as he could to rejuvenate his body that hadn't rested for more than twenty - eight hours. There were thick patches of dark circles around his eyes and his head was throbbing like he'd just got a panic attack. But, Patrick had become accustomed to all this. It was all a part of cop life. He swatted himself for the hundredth time for acting like an i***t in front of Stana and Ronny. They were the ones who visited him that day, while Angela was texting him. Like a child caught red handed for stealing candies, he'd stood at the door staring at them. All the colour had vanished from his face. He'd turned pale and speechless. Though he managed to convince Ronny with some story, Stana remained sceptical. She flashed a sheep
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