Ron had tried to remain distanced from the interaction, but now he slowly pushed himself back from his desk, at the same time glancing up at Jergensen from behind his computer screen.
“f**k you!” the young officer said, leaping to his feet, almost knocking Mike’s chair back. “I’ll just let the fucker go then, and you f*****g assholes can find him later!”
He spun around and stomped the few feet it took him to get out of the office and down the short hallway to the holding room where he grabbed the latch on the door of the closet-sized space.
“Hey, Cockeye. Get your s**t!” he yelled through the door while struggling to undo the latch.
“What?” came a muffled response.
“Hold up. What are you doing?” Mike demanded as he made his way down the hallway and yanked Jergensen away from the door.
