Chapter 22: Good Cop, Bad Wolf

Tristan

I started to doze off waiting in an interrogation room for Detective Strauss to come. I filled out a statement as best as I could though there really was nothing else I could describe other than what I saw at the ruins of the coffee shop.

I wondered how Emily was doing. She was most likely here in the precinct and a complete wreck besides. I felt the ache in my heart again. I missed her already and it had only been a few hours since she raged at me, blaming me for her grandfather’s death and the destruction of the building where they’d worked and her grandpa lived. The Pull was a dull tug inside my skin and all I wanted was for it to stop.

I had slept only for a few minutes when I heard the door open and saw Strauss walking in with two small coffees and a handful of creamer thimbles and sugar packets. He had a smile on his face which I didn’t trust as much.

“Brought you some coffee,” he said kindly.