Night was falling fast. Outside the window, neon lights flickered to life, painting the city with the warm, bustling glow of ordinary life.
Nathan's apartment, by contrast, was ice-cold, not a single trace of warmth to be found.
After washing up, he couldn't even bring himself to step into the bedroom. He couldn't bear to look at the bed that Jillian and Nina had shared.
He had to crash in the study instead.
But even the study was flooded with memories of the screaming fights he'd had with Jillian.
Sleep was impossible. Nathan threw on his uniform and headed straight back to the precinct branch.
The whole building was lit up like daylight. Every officer on duty was pulling an all-nighter interrogating the rounded-up Taylor family fugitives.
Most of his colleagues were just as exhaus
