Detective Marsh had dropped him off at home after taking his statement. He hadn’t heard from Jack or Gray yet, and he wasn’t sure when he would. They might be working until morning, especially if Gwen or Ferret Boy gave them the names of others they were working with or confessed to “taking care of” the cop killer. If he hadn’t heard from them by dawn, he was calling them. He wasn’t going to let anything stop him from begging them to take him back.He was exhausted, but every time he closed his eyes, his mind started to replay the worse scenes from his night. And he was sure if he did fall asleep, nightmares would come, ones in which he was shot, or Jack was, or Gray. Shivering, he pulled the blanket tighter around him and stared out into the night. There was no one there to see the tears rolling down his cheeks, but he sat in the dark anyway. Light seemed wrong for the mood he was in.His eyes drifted closed. Maybe he fell asleep for a second or two, but he jerked awake when he heard a buzz.
