Without bothering to say goodbye to Littleton, Sean left the firehouse and drove straight to the police department. As he walked through the bullpen area, he looked daggers at each police officer he passed. Which one was Evie going out with? The one who looked like a GQ model in blue? The good-looking Latino guy speaking rapid-fire Spanish into his phone? The one who looked like he could lift a Harley with each beefy arm?
When he reached Chief Becker’s corner office, the man unfurled himself to his full six-foot-seven height and reached over the desk to shake his hand. “Good to see you, Marcus. You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
Sean raked a hand through his hair. “In a way.”
“Sit down.” Becker gestured him to a chair, but Sean couldn’t bear to sit yet. The need to be doing something h
