Chapter Twenty
DYLAN
Dylan nodded at the armed baby-faced policeman standing outside the single-bed hospital room. He returned the gesture, but other than that, the two pretended as though they didn’t know each other. Dylan was quite sure the young man remembered stopping him in the street just days prior, palm on his pistol, though. But it was probably best not to bring any of it up, and save the effort and awkwardness altogether.
The door to Marcus’ room was wide open, and through the doorway he could see two legs attached to stirrups of some kind, and elevated into the air. On both of them were thick white plaster casts.
“Detective,” the officer said, greeting Sasha.
“Not at the moment,” she replied with a smile.
“I heard. Unfair, if you ask me.”
“World’s unfair, Jack. How’d you
