“Hey David, we–” Harlan starts to say, but he is interrupted.
“Get in.” David commands, making a shiver run through me. Not the good kind of shiver either.
He is glaring at me, his eyes never leaving mine as we all walk past him into the house. The door slams shut behind Marcus, and while I drop my bags on the floor, David is already snapping orders at them.
“You two will check in with Danvers and Reyes on the perimeter. You have ten minutes before I need answers on what the f**k happened out there. And in the morning, you can decide between you who’s fixing the damn bullet holes in the car.”
Harlan and Marcus rush off without any objections. Seems that despite us not telling him, he knows about the shooting anyway. I shouldn’t be too surprised. After all, it is his job to know what ha
