The Price of Loyalty

Richard stood outside the police station for a long time, his jaw tight, his hand trembling against the steering wheel. His mind had been at war with itself all day, but the decision he was about to make had been festering inside him for weeks.

Richard leaned forward, his reflection on the windshield fractured under the dim yellow glow of the streetlight. He could see his guilt in his eyes, the kind that came from betraying someone he once called a friend. But he told ...