Marcus whispered, “Tell me that is not who I think it is.”
Alexander’s voice dropped. “It is.”
Inside the house, a light flicked on.
A shadow moved behind the thin curtains.
Then came a sound.
Not loud.
Not clear.
But enough.
A child crying.
Alexander opened his door.
Marcus grabbed his arm. “If you go in without a warrant, he walks.”
Alexander stopped.
Todo instinto le había dicho que derribara esa puerta. Todas las reglas civilizadas le decían que si lo hacía, Daniel Pierce se convertiría en la víctima por
