Chapter Fifteen
“Mark… Mark, no! Don’t go back there,” Gail said. She and Carmen were in his face the minute he stepped through the front door of the station, digging into each step. It was likely the murderous rage he knew was on his face that had them jumping in front of him, both women trying to stop him as he kept moving to the door where the cells were, where he knew Adam would be sitting.
He wasn’t going to be stopped by anyone.
“Get out of my way,” was all he could get out, feeling emotion festering deep inside him, ugly, furious. It had him wanting to punch something. He’d never expected to be here again.
“You’re not going back there, not like this,” Gail said. “For the love of God, Mark, look at you. You’re a mess. You have blood all over you. Go home.” She wasn’t asking. She
