Chapter Two
DYLAN SNORTED, GRUMBLED under his breath and tapped his fingers against the hard steel table. His ribs hurt, his head ached, and he’d gotten little to no sleep last night.
Stupid, f*****g nightmares.
“How you doing today, Dylan?” The chief walked past the table where Dylan sat while he fiddled with his phone.
Dylan dropped it on the table and looked up at his boss, a pounding behind his eyes reminding him that he wasn’t quite healed yet. Control your f*****g temper. Feel like s**t, but there’s nothing to do to take my mind off it.”
“Where are the rest of the guys?” the chief asked, glancing around the empty common room with raised eyebrows.
“Working out.” Dylan stuck his thumb over his shoulder, pointing at the large gym they all used on a daily basis. Any other time he’d
