Cordelia burst into Dallas’ office without knocking. He and Sully looked up at her, shocked at her totally out-of-character behavior. Then they saw her face and both men got to their feet.
“What?” Dallas said. “Is it your son?”
“No,” she said. “It’s Michael Ferguson."
“What about him?”
“He’s on the run.”
“What the actual f**k?” Sully demanded.
“He was released on bail late yesterday morning,” she said. “Ellen had no idea, but she found out this morning. She sent out a patrol car to Ferguson’s place to check on him, and he’s gone.”
The men stared at her.
“Gone?” Dallas’ voice was a snarl. “Gone where?”
“Nobody knows.” Cordelia twisted her fingers. “Any chance he’ll come here?”
“Why would he come here?” Sully asked.
“Why wouldn't he?” she responded. “Look, he followed Beth as far
