"I want his head on a platter!"
Nick watched Brad prowl the bedroom. He'd been doing it since Nick arrived an hour ago, following Steve's call. He glanced over to the window where Steve was talking to Eduardo and Nancy for their statement, attempting to remain professional.
Assault calls usually weren't easy ones to respond to, but this one felt personal. Racing here at three times the speed limit and keeping his car on the road had been no effortless task either. But walking in and seeing Trisha slumped on the floor, a bruise already forming on her perfect cheek, took every ounce of control he had to do his job tonight.
The men were all standing outside waiting for news, huddled together in worry. Doc Wilson-as everyone in town called the seventy-year-old man who had been the sole med
