Hawk stared at the piece of paper, hoping it was worth promising Judge Holt to escort her to her granddaughter's wedding. He prayed all she wanted that night was a companion. Craig killed the engine and Hawk pushed the thoughts away. He needed to focus. They motioned to the two patrol officers in the car in front of the house and the four of them walked to the front porch, Hawk wondering how he was going to keep Craig under control once they got in there. One of the officers pounded heavily on the front door. After a moment, Preston Troy opened it, his hair messed but his face alert and watchful. "What is this about, gentlemen?" When his eyes landed on Hawk, he smiled, a thin, predatory smile that made Craig tense. "Ah, are you coming to continue our scrap from the other night? Brought a few friends along, did you?" Hawk clenched his teeth, reminding himself that he needed to stay calm. "We have a warrant to search the premises." "Let me see it," Troy snapped, snatching the paper out of Hawk's hand.
