Manuel pov

Ryan stormed into my office in alarm. “Hey, man, you have to see this.” He rushed to my desk with a folder in his hand.

He dropped it onto my desk. “Another attack on Darwin Street, two blocks away from the last house that was hit.” He sank into the chair across from me.

“Again?” I muttered, picking up the folder and flipping it open. Inside was a picture of the three victims. They were badly bruised, blood pooling around their lifeless bodies.

“A father ...