MAXWELL’S POV
The black SUV screeched to a halt in front of the unmarked steel door on 14th Street, the tires biting into the asphalt.
I didn't wait for the driver to open my door. I shoved it open and stepped out onto the sidewalk. The night air was biting cold, a stark contrast to the heat radiating off my skin. I felt like I was burning from the inside out. My heart was hammering a rhythm against my ribs that had nothing to do with exertion and everything to do with a lethal combination of panic and rage.
"Sir, wait," Leo called out, scrambling out of the passenger seat with his tablet still in his hand. "We should wait for the police. You can't just walk in there."
"I am not waiting for anyone," I said, buttoning my overcoat.
I walked straight toward the entrance. Two men were sta
