Trinity
Mark got back into the city a few hours after he called based on his text message. I wanted to ask where he’d been, but I didn’t get a chance, and based on how he’d left, I doubted he would tell me.
Maybe it had something to do with my case, but I had a feeling that if that were the case, he would have just told me.
I took a taxi back to his house, where he said we’d meet. His patrol car was parked in front, so I headed inside. The scent of alcohol and blood was faint in the air. I closed the door and walked into the living room. I found him lying across the couch with his feet up and an ice pack on his head. He was shirtless in just a pair of pants. I hadn’t ever realized how chiseled he was. It had been years since I’d seen him shirtless. He wasn’t the little boy down the h
