Tomás
Damien gets us into the interview room where two flustered detectives sit in front of a completely shell-shocked McKenzy.
“Mr. Blackwood, this is highly unusual,” one of them is enough of an idiota to say.
Rafe snorts. Scott shakes his head.
I just wait.
Damien turns on the detective and strikes like a viper with his words. “And I’m hoping you like early retirement.”
“What the hell does that mean?” the detective snaps back. He’s puffed up and stupid. Damien is going to eat him for breakfast.
I let the other two watch the show. I’m more concerned about McKenzy. She looks like she’s on the last thread of her last frayed nerve. I go and kneel by her chair. “McKenzy?” I ask softly.
Now that I’m able to see under the table, I realize that her hands are cuffed together. Anger rises
