Darkness had covered the skies when the taxi Roland, Stiles, and his son, Jake, had taken drove into a hospital environment.
The cab pulled over outside, about twenty feet away from the building and they all stepped out.
Jake ran ahead of them, and his father followed quickly soon after paying the cab driver.
Roland lingered outside for a moment, heart racing. For the entire ride down here, he’d not stopped thinking about Zoey’s comment of chasing down Michael.
What the hell’s she thinking going after someone like that? Should he even blame her for wanting to?
How could she understand how dangerous Michael and Sage were unless he told her of his past experiences?
Perhaps I’m wrong, Roland said to himself. He folded his fingers into fists. “If I don't say something, they'll be kille
