Didn’t follow protocol. Didn’t let Carson make the proper calls. I bit down on my lower lip and stared out the window at the Las Cruces skyline. We had entered the phase of night when the cars on the road have thinned, and almost solely comprised of drunk people, party girls, and cops. No one knew where I was…and I didn’t even know if it had been in vain, because Harrison had intentionally made this arrest covert. If it wasn’t on the news, would Alex really have the balls to kill Izzy? I thought of her…her doe-like hazel eyes, her tenacious inner-spirit…and I hoped that an uncharacteristic streak of humanity would work its way through Alex on her behalf. Though I kind of doubted it. He wasn’t the type of man who saw people as people. People were just obstacles and stepping stones and extensions to him. Just parts of himself he could manipulate at will, with no personal history, no complicated feelings, no rights. God dammit. He would’ve done it.
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