“Police! Open up!” He blinked, looking around the flat. The blanket was pooled around his waist and Zoë’s journal just peaked out between the folds. “Police! Open up!” Jake grabbed the journal and shoved it under the coffee table, then he scrambled to his feet as the pounding began again. He fumbled for the lock and turned it, but before he could open the door, it was forcefully shoved inward, knocking him backward. Guns pointed in his face and he automatically lifted his hands. Police officers streamed into the flat, fanning out around his living room. Behind them entered Brooks and D’Angelo. They also had their guns drawn, but when they saw he wasn’t offering any resistance, they both holstered them. “You’d damn well better have a warrant,” he said. It came out braver than he thought it would. His heart was trying hard to force its way out his throat.
