barely glancing up, the clock read, 11:47 p.m.
, second hand, ticking far too slowly. Cody fumbled with the keys, still unsteady from drinking. Ladies first, he mocked, swinging open a cell door. Hinges shrieked in protest. Hank shoved Nia inside, her shoulder striking concrete. He didn’t bother removing her cuffs before slamming the door. “I want continue reading …
