HALLOWELL
‘f**k!’ I looked away from Welwyn hoping he had not sensed the urgency in my voice and he would leave without asking any questions.
“What do you mean because of you? What the hell is going on, Hal? What did you do?” He queried. My hands balled into fists and I gave him a hard look, why didn't he just go without asking questions? “It's nothing. Just leave…and take good care of Bailey.” I repeated.
He scoffed, and moved closer, “No, you don't get to that again. I'm not moving an inch from here until you tell me what the f**k is going on!” He slammed his hand on the desk, the veins in his neck pulsing with anger.
“For crying out loud, talk to me, Hal. I'm not stupid! I can tell something has been going on with you. Why won't you tell me?” His gaze softened as his eyes searched
