The first signs of a rage attack manifested in the pulse in my temple, in the way I gripped the handle of the blade with dark thoughts threatening to come alive.
The exhaustion and frustration weighed on my shoulders, taking hold of me. And that was a mixture as dangerous as fire and gasoline.
"You’re not taking any of this seriously, are you?" I stood up from the seat in one leap and crossed the room with determined steps, until I stopped in front of him. "Flirting with me is not going to help you get out of this situation. I already sent a message to Sheriff Alan and at any moment he will be at my door. You are only leaving here in the back seat of a police cruiser."
"Oh, your astute brain thought of everything, didn’t it? Congratulations, investigator Cross, you managed what no one h
