Epilogue
Tommy had acted eternally grateful to the cops for their protection, even though he had to sit on a small bed in a plain jail cell for a couple of hours. He tried not to act overeager, although he was dying to get any information.
He couldn’t stand the cops’ presence, but he needed to let them think they were keeping him safe. He was just an innocent bystander caught up in the craziness.
He lay on the bed, staring up the ceiling, wondering how long he’d have to stay there, when one of the cops unlocked his cell.
“What’s going on?” Tommy asked.
“Situation’s over. Griffin’s dead.”
Tommy was speechless. Griffin was his friend, but things had gotten out of hand. But he couldn’t wallow, he had important work to get to.
The moment they dropped him off back on campus, Tommy ran st
