The drive to the police station was quiet. I stared out the window, a numbness slowly coming over me as each house passed. Grey, Luke, and Riley all stayed silent, allowing me to slip into the back of my mind. I wasn't sure what they were thinking, but I couldn't believe I hadn't been able to help John more.
We pulled up at the station, and the others got out.
I wasn't sure if I could face John, but I decided I needed to. I needed to tell him I was sorry. With my heart in my toes, I climbed out of the car.
We all entered the station. A proper, high class Mississippi accent floated through the door to George's office. It sounded smooth and silky. It made me miss the farm boy accent John had.
Riley rapped her knuckles against the door, and we all filed in. George was
