Nick walked into the station the next morning ten minutes late. He had barely slept the night before, the fight he’d had with Ray playing over and over in his head. The look on Ray’s face as he walked away at the rental place. He went directly to the small kitchen where the coffee pot was kept.
“Sorenson, in my office now,” Captain Kent yelled, sticking his head out of his office.
Nick frowned and set his coffee mug down. He glanced at a few of the other detectives seated at their desks, but they weren’t looking at him. In fact, it appeared to Nick they avoided his gaze on purpose. Something was up. His stomach twisted in knots.
He knocked.
“Come in.”
He opened the door, walked in, and closed it again. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Sit down, Sorenson.”
Nick sat in the uncomfortable
