Chapter 143 Blood In The Silence
- Dominic's POV
- It smelled in that room, of sweat and old coffee and the desperation that only cops wore like a second skin. Steel table. One flickering light. Two-way mirror. The full cliché, without the respect.
- I sat back in the chair, wrists resting on the cold metal edge, and watched Officer Dalton pace the floor like a wolf that had tasted blood but could not find the kill.