Chapter 3
Tuesday morning, Will dragged himself into the precinct a little after nine-thirty. Only an hour late; after the night he’d had, he was lucky to make it in at all. His head still hurt from the day before and he had trouble focusing on anything, though he seemed to be zoning out more than usual. Maybe coming back to work so soon hadn’t been such a great idea after all…
The shades that covered his eyes kept him from having to look at anyone directly. With a steaming cup of tasteless Starbucks coffee in one hand, Will shuffled through the bullpen to his office, the frown on his face deterring any comments from the coworkers he passed. Each step felt like it’d be the last one—he couldn’t possibly navigate the desks and cubicles to make it over to his office. But if he managed it, h
