She was back peddling fast because this time I did make it out of my chair. "Where's my kid?"

"Caitlin is fine, that's not why we called you here today."

Do these fucks have any idea what this shit does to a man? To hear that some fuck happened to his kid on their watch?

"Lady, if you don't start making sense this is not going to end well."

I retook my seat before she cried foul or some fuck. She looks like the type to make ...