“I know you don’t think of outsiders as family,” April mumbles, wringing her hands. Her voice is barely a whisper. “But we’re going to share one. So, if you can’t think of me as family…” A tentative smile. “At least let’s not be strangers. Okay?”
I’m stunned. For a while, all I can do is stare.
Then I shake myself back to the present and take her hand again. I kiss it. The warmth is overpowering—nearly enough to break me.
After all, not strangers is still a far cry from family.
I drive back to the warehouse.
Once I’m there, I give one simple command: “Out.”
I search every nook and cranny of the two interrogation rooms. I search like a man possessed. If there’s even a clue that can lead me to whoever wants to harm April—whoever wants to harm my child, I correct myself mentally—if ther
