Tessa was alive, barely, but alive. And Leo slept every few hours in a bassinet beside her bed. Every time his small fingers curled around mine, I reminded myself what the word revenge had cost us. But even peace can’t hide from the law. When I finally walked into the hallway, two federal marshals were waiting.
Black suits, stone faces, ID badges flashing under the fluorescent light. “Hunter Wolf?” one asked. “That’s me,” I said calmly. “Come with us. You’re wanted for questioning in connection with the Victor Wolf incident.” I didn’t argue. I knew this day would come. I looked back through the glass window of Tessa’s room. Her eyes were open now, barely watching me.
I gave her a small nod. One soldier’s promised to another. They led me through the snow-covered parking lot where unmarked SUVs idled. The cold cut through my hospital hoodie, but didn’t reach the fire still simmering in my chest. Inside the interrogation room, they barely let me sit before the question started.
