Success. Two hours of fuming, stubborn silence later, they arrived in front of police headquarters. Rafe got out of the car and shivered as he stared at the brightly lit, towering white sandstone building. This had better work. He didn’t know if he could handle being trapped in there for long.
Grant joined him on the sidewalk. “I hate to do this to you, but you leave me no choice. I have to know where those children are.”
Rafe clamped his lips shut.
“You said your suppressant was wearing off.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. “I guess that explains why I can’t get you out of my thoughts. How much longer before it’s gone? Don’t lie to me—it will only make it worse.”
The injection should have been good for more than a week. But with the stress and the constant proximity to a compatible
