inside the station, painting everything sickly gray.
Hank and Cody shoved the sisters down a scuffed lenolium hallway, handcuffs clinking with each step. “Welcome home,” Hank sneered, breath sour close to Nyla’s ear. He tightened his grip as they neared the holding cells. The booking desk was manned by a board sergeant, flipping through a crossword,continue reading …
