Roland stood frozen in the hallway, staring at Zoey, his chest rising and falling with each breath.
She didn't know it, but she just saved his life. Michael and those other guys were getting the best of him, and if she hadn't arrived when she did.
Roland’s eyes burned, his fists loosening.
“Detective Ford,” Zoey turned to the officer standing beside her, eyes flashing. “I need you to get the man and son who called…”
The door to the room Roland had sent Jake and his father earlier, pushed open, and they both stopped out, eyes trembling.
Zoey turned to them. Roland likewise, and the rest of the cops.
“Mr. Stiles,” Zoey said as they closed in. “You're Mr. Stiles, right?”
“Yes officer,” the man answered.
Jake who stood beside him turned to Roland, face lined with a mix of shock and s
