ark streets, blowing past two red lights. Th

, right in the middle of the red no-parking zon

pulled off her helmet and spoke into the built-i

ulian had been arrested because he tried to cover

ut for a gangbanger, Jordan cursed him fo

heavy glass doors of the precinct. The stale smell of

rug dealers, and angry victims packed th

ight past the crowd and stopped in front

ring down at a stack of paperwork.

knocked hard on the marble coun

ce. He opened his mouth to yell, but the dead, freezing lo

im Julian Whitley's name and deman

smirk spread across his face as he told her this

t the bright red "BAIL DENIED" stamp on the screen, stati

tical brain spun. A basic street fight didn

ng this case to set a trap, or Julian

d into her jacket pocket. She blind-typed an SOS comman

rich girl. She leaned closer to the glass and cold

od up. He pointed at her, warning her that this w

m. Several officers stopped what they were d

w many seconds it would take to physically drop these

, the heavy electronic lock on the prec

t walked out. He was flanked by two senio

His leather shoes clicked against the terrazzo flo

he instantly abandoned her plan to attack the

mmediately. It was the exact same mysterious silhouette she had spotted

h the crowded room. His gaze landed perf

is eyes, but it was quickly swallow

ant face morphed into pure submission as he stood at

p. His eyes stayed locked on Jordan as his deep, low voice

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