“What else do you know about Harbor?” I asked after slamming my fist into Officer Rak’s face. He lay on his stomach with his wrists bound to his ankles behind his back, his body contorted in such a way that he could barely move. “Harlan Harbor.”
Jace had wanted us to get him information about his family, and we were meeting with him tomorrow. We had been so caught up with Imani that we hadn’t had much of a chance yet to get the s**t he needed.
Imani stood across from us with her lips curled into an ugly scowl. When I had first started kicking the living shithead to a pulp, she was disgusted with me. Now, it was with him. He had admitted to so f*****g much tonight that my knuckles were swelling.
“That’s all I know,” Rak said. “I swear to—”
The toe of my boot collided with his nose, a c*
