Alex:
The blue and red strobes cut across the garage walls as Luke walked back to his cruiser. I stood in the open bay, arms crossed tight, trying to decide if I wanted him to leave or stay.
The truth was a sharp little thing in my chest: part of me actually wanted him to stay.
He moved like he carried the weight of the world with him—calm, deliberate, dangerous. His radio hissed when he opened the door, a burst of static that made every muscle in me tighten.
“All patrol units,” a voice barked through the crackle. “Shelter-in-place alert. Biker gang brawl, one confirmed GSW, suspect at large. Possible spillover into nearby districts. Repeat, shelter in place.”
Luke froze, half inside the car. His eyes flicked to mine.
Rodriguez leaned across the console. “That’s three blocks over.”
