Eleven
At his desk in the department, Mark blew out a breath. What a busy night.
A visit to the city park should have been fun. But someone or something had been seen lurking there. A little humbling to confess it had been a branch.
If it had only been Phil. The click of the handcuffs around that evil bastard’s wrists would be the best sound in the world right now. Maybe then Phil could be tried in a court of law, locked up in prison, and then, Katty and Bea would be safe and free from fear.
Probably dreaming.
“Hey Deputy.” Daniel sauntered past where Mark sat, filling out reports. “Missed you last night. We had a part-tay.”
Mark glanced up and shook his head. Even with Daniel’s hands cuffed behind his back, he still exuded a cocky attitude.
Sam shoved Daniel on past to the cells.
