Date = 30 April
Place = San Francisco (SFPD Bayview Station)
POV - Enrique
Time to change the focus.
“That’s not why I’m here, is it?” I get to the point.
For the first time, his mask slips. Just a fraction. The corner of his mouth twitches upward, the barest hint of a smile.
“Can you talk?” he asks, voice quiet, deliberate, “Or do you want to call your attorney first?”
The attorney is on the way. Dean would have called him. I narrow my eyes. “Depends. What am I being charged with?”
He flips the file open with surgical precision. Papers whisper across the table. He doesn’t look up when he says it — “Battery.”
The word slams into me. My brows rocket to my hairline. “Battery?”
And just like that, the ground tilts. Out of all the things I expected — terrorism, espionage, attempted m
