Detective Denis Moreno stared at what was left of the bulletproof window. Shards of glass covered the counter where Nadiya had been seated just moments before things went pear-shaped and the floor beneath, like snowflakes.
The rest of the kitchen didn’t look any better. Several mugs, glasses, and plates had been reduced to rubble. There were fluids of all manner spilled and splattered against almost every surface. And pieces of food littering the floor and marble island, the remains of the food they had been sharing before the first bullet disrupted their meal.
Several kitchen appliances also hadn’t survived the bullet assault. The coffee machine was in pieces. It was such a shame to destroy a coffee machine, something Trick considered the most important appliance in the kitchen. The to
