*MAXWELL*
The news came from my assistant.
"Sir, Theodore Chase was shot again. He didn't make it."
I stopped mid-step in my office.
"What?"
"The Chase family residence, less than an hour ago. It's all over the news."
I grabbed my jacket and was out the door before he could say more.
The drive to the Chase residence felt different from the hospital run weeks ago. That time there was hope, but this time, there was only the weight of what I was walking into.
The street was already blocked when I got close to their house.
Police cars were lined up on both sides, with lights still flashing but muted now, like even they knew it was over. News vans clustered at the police barricades, cameras were aimed at the house I'd stood in a dozen times during my marriage.
I parked three blocks a
