Chapter Eighteen
Burying or hiding how bad you feel is an easy way of dying slowly. There's always someone who cares about you but won't be able to help you if you can't be honest about how you feel.
- Grace Chanbee
[Justin's POV]
"Who let him out of his cell?" Detective Shawn asked in a very loud voice which sounded unprofessional.
"I overheard your discussion," The head of the department said, coming into view.
For the very first time, I saw Detective Shawn cower and hang his head low.
I smirked. Even as hot-headed and annoying as he was, he sure knew when he was in serious trouble.
Amber let go of me and turned around just in time to see the stern detective shudder and that brought the most beautiful smile I'd ever seen to her face.
"Sir, it's not what you think," Detective Shawn said.
"Is that so? Explain to me what it is then," The head of the department whose name appeared to be Morrison Davis from his name tag said.