Twenty-eight: Into his arms

Jamie was seated on the sofa, staring at his bloodied knuckles with his palms balled into fists and his face morphed into a scowl as he thought of how he should have ended Dave’s miserable existence if it wasn’t for Cookie’s intervention and he felt no remorse for the way he’d handled the younger man. He was sure if he ever found himself in the same room with him again, he’d make sure to squeeze the life out of him. But thankfully and luckily for him, he was in police custody already and this time, he’d do everything possible to make sure he was locked in prison for the rest of his life.

He was still in the same spot on the sofa when the door opened and his eyes darted in its direction to see Cookie coming in with a first aid kit. But that wasn’t what had him jumping to his feet and covering the distance between them in an instant. It was the limp in her steps.

Her facial expression gave nothing away but as much as she tried to control her steps and to make her walk look normal, Jamie