Detective Denis Moreno ran a hand through his short hair, the action so rough Hunter half expected the strands to be plucked from the roots. Thankfully, it seemed the detective’s hair was still in good health despite his obvious high stress levels and able to withstand the abuse, even though Hunter could have sworn there were a few more gray strands mixed in with the black now than there had been a month ago.
But the detective’s stress wasn’t a unique situation. Everyone was feeling it, which was why the penthouse was quiet, save for the quiet hum of electrical appliances and the heavy footsteps of a frustrated, desperate father. They’d had time to clean up and grab something to drink, but the adrenaline and tension from the shooting and close call with the police still lingered.
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