Chapter Thirty-Five
As I had feared, the south side of the precinct lay in ruins. The closer I got to the ground floor near the blast, the worse the damage was. Walls caved in, water pipes gushing. Even the floor was buckled in places from the heat of the blast.
I knew I shouldn’t be there. I knew it was dangerous and the risk of more explosions was real. But something was driving me, a fury I had not felt in an age. My head pounded even though the bleeding had stopped.
One more floor.
I moved along the remains of the stairwell to the ground floor and the holding cells, finally reaching the level I needed. Covering my face with a cloth against the smoke, I turned the corner and gasped at the c*****e around me.
They were dead.
All of them.
Cops, criminals, I couldn’t tell. They were
