“Yep, and Motley was the slowest. I know he hated me pulling him along,” he grinned.
Captain Fink turned the large white SUV into a rounded driveway and stopped, “This is where Bradley is staying.”
“Do you want me to stay in the Suburban?”
“No, come in with me.”
They entered the building and the captain pointed towards a row of chairs.
“Have a seat, I’ll be a minute,” he touched Ben’s shoulder.
Time went by as the second hand clicked around the huge clock on the wall in front of him and before long, an hour had passed. A frown creased his forehead as he paced the small room. Without warning, the swinging doors beside him opened and a lanky, sandy blond kid rushed to him. “Bradley!”
“Ben.” The kid collapsed against his embrace and held on for dear life.
“Bradley.” They sobbed as the
