Every time I closed my eyes, I still saw the wreckage of the study—the papers strewn like confetti and the dark, empty space beneath the desk where someone had been hiding.
Kieran stood by the vending machine, though he wasn't buying anything. He was just staring at the wall, his jaw tight, his phone gripped in his hand. He had already spent the last hour on the phone with the Commissioner. He didn't just want the officers who had arrested Jae-Hyun disciplined; he wanted them erased from the force. By the time he was done, those men wouldn't even be able to get jobs as mall security.
I walked over to him, I reached out, sliding my hand into his.
"He's still not awake," I whispered.
Kieran didn't look at me. His gaze stayed fixed on the locket he held in his other palm. "He wouldn't have lasted another hour in that cell. They tried to kill him."
