Chapter 59

• Tapiwa shifted on the bench for what felt like the fiftieth time in the last ten minutes. She couldn’t help it. The bench was hard and narrow. It had obviously been made to ensure maximum discomfort, which she guessed worked well for where they were. A police station wasn’t meant to be comfortable. But still, she wondered if it would kill them to get better sitting arrangements.
• A minute later, another unavoidable shift had the wood making a scary, creaking sound and she froze, afraid the thing would suddenly break and they would find themselves unceremoniously on the floor that didn’t look particularly clean.
• Next to Tapiwa, Jadon heard the sound and saw her tense. His lips twitched despite the state they were in, swollen and bleeding from a split on the bottom one. The rest of his face didn’t look any better. He had a cut where Asher had hit him with the gun just above his right eyebrow, causing his right eye to be almost swollen shut.