Chapter Forty-Patch

He felt his insides turn to stone as the officer shoved him into the back of the police cruiser. The bars caged him in, making everything seem much more real. Not that his mother showing up dead didn't scream real. But this clarified who their number one suspect was ... Patch.

So many memories surfaced, causing flashbacks from his youth when he was just another bad seed.

However, he wasn't a bad seed anymore.

Or … he didn't want to be.

He expected them to question him about his mother's death. He knew they would because he'd been staying there; it was the address he put down on everything. His home address that felt like a ghost town now.

They drove to the station in silence, he didn't dare speak or act out to give himself another mark. He had enough strikes against him. Being in The Fallen Kings, a bastard, and the son of a dead druggie didn't look good for him.

They escorted him back into the station and into a room with a two-way mirror, a table and three chairs. One of the o