Marcus, my name is John. I have a son too. He’s your daughter’s age.
The thin line. It’s getting thinner every day.
Nolan’s blood runs cold. West is Grey’s superior. A decorated officer.
Commander West sits in an empty interrogation room. He reaches into his sock and pulls out a burner phone. Texts a single emoji: 🕊️.
Kira starts crying. The toddler wails.