I don’t even remember what I was watching before the news cut in. Some documentary maybe but it was all background noise. The kind I need to keep from thinking too much. But the moment I heard the words "Callahan" and "shooting" in the same sentence, the whole room went still.

The screen flashed, showed Kane’s face with blood on his shirt. Aria beside him wrapped in a blanket like some fragile thing that needed protecting. The perfect goddamn picture.

And suddenly, I could hear ...