Collins’s POV
I managed to get out of the car I had driven in, to the hotel with Jayson Holmes. The same Jayson Holmes that was lying down cold and dead in a hotel. The events of the past few hours kept replaying in my mind like a cassette.
Who had dared attack the six?
I had a few suspects, but I knew that I wouldn't be able to think properly and accurately until I was safe and sound. And safe and sound meant in my house, with my injured hand bandaged and well taken care of.
I knocked on the door, and I only had to knock once before the door was opened. It was Dahlia, my sister. On her face was a stare of apprehension, which meant that she had been waiting for me all along. And I knew why; I was to pick the children up from school.
“Collins? For goodness sake, where have you been
