Anthony sat across from the police sergeant, his lawyer at his side. All he could think about was Anna. Was she pacing the house right now? Chewing her nails? Waiting for a call that never came?
The sergeant picked up the bail papers and stamped them with a heavy thud.
“He’s free to go,” the sergeant said.
Anthony stood, the metal chair scraping against the floor. He walked out without looking back. Outside, Michael and two of his men waited beside the black SUV.
“Michael,” Anthony said, voice low.
“You’re out, sir. Don’t worry about the rest. I made sure none of this touches the news. Every outlet that tried got blocked.”
Anthony gave a short nod. “Good. Now do something else for me. Find out who hurt Anna’s mother. Fast.”
Michael bowed his head and stepped away.
Anthony pulled ou
