Nathan
The station wasn’t far, but the drive still felt longer than it should have, my mind racing the entire way there. I couldn't help but think about what the officer had told me, and how Eleanor was going to take this.
Aside that, I was worried about Matt as well. There was something wrong, terribly wrong if he was at his age doing something like that.
When I pulled into the lot, I barely took the time to turn off the engine before I was out of the car, striding toward the entrance with a determination that must have shown on my face because the officer at the front desk straightened as soon as I stepped inside.
He wasn't the only one that was looking at me right now though. I was in that “I'm a federal judge and you better not mess with me” mode, and I guess they saw that even
