KANE

I walked through the foyer, my boots sounding like gunshots against the marble. I hadn't slept since I walked out of that precinct and left Aria behind bars. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw those photos Miller showed me. I saw Aria moving in that factory, a puppet on Ross’s strings.

"She’s in lockup," I whispered to the empty hallway. "She’s exactly where she belongs."

But the doubt was still there, a dull ache in my chest. I needed to see it for myself. I needed to see the ...