Chapter Fifteen
I stare at the photo for I don’t know how long. It can’t be him. I don’t want it to be him.
But it is.
One of the most dangerous men in the whole goddamn world is after me. Me.
“You recognize him,” Lt. Sandoval says in a hushed tone, disrupting my slack-jawed scrutiny.
I meet her gaze, note her scrunched brow. How did she—?
Duh. She’s an interrogation expert and an aurapath. Hell, even a blind person could probably have deduced that from my reaction.
“Mr. Baxter?” Wolf’s expression has hardened considerably, so much so that I have to avert my eyes from it. They once again fall on the image of The Korean, who—for whatever reason—interceded on my behalf.
This makes no sense. None at all.
“Mr. Baxter.” Wolf rises from his chair, looming over me. “As I said before, thi
