Chapter 4
Ryan grunted as he took a seat in his office. He’d have been better off sitting behind his desk, would have presented a far better image to the cops who were bound to come and ask him questions. But sitting upright was beyond him at that moment.
Even though the shift healed, it didn’t take the pain away.
He was in no fear for his life, but his body and his nerve endings didn’t know that. He literally felt like death warmed up.
Leaning at an awkward angle against the sofa in his study, the place where Trip usually worked, he lifted his legs to lay as flat out as his length would allow on the too-short sofa.
Trip had gone upstairs—half-carried by Adam and Marc who had gone with him. He’d been bitching with each step, but if Ryan felt as f****d as he did, then Trip had to be in
