19.HE WAS SITTING on the floor hugging his legs and rocking back and forth. His hands and arms were wet. He looked up at Black with a mix of fear and confusion in his eyes. Toben had his g*n trained on the young man.
“Tyler Robinson. I need you to get up, turn around, and slowly place your hands on the table,” he instructed.
Tyler kept his eyes on Black. “I—I can’t do this anymore. The kids. There’s too many children here,” he mumbled with watery eyes.
Black said nothing, just stared at Tyler.
“Get up, turn around, and place your hands on the table,” Toben repeated.
Tyler peered at Toben and did as he was told. Toben frisked him and found a wallet, a pack of Alka-Seltzer, two granola bars, and a small glass tube of the sauce. After cuffing Tyler’s hands behind his back, he removed an
