27: Yellow Eyes

Logan

The backseat of the cop car is far from spacious. Funny, I’ve never been in a cop car before, but I always thought they’d be a bit roomier.

Yellow Eyes glares at me from the rearview mirror. He had taken off his sunglasses, and his yellow orbs are now bright and aware.

His partner, whom I’ve labeled Donuts for no reason other than being fat and in a cop uniform, sits in the passenger seat and talks on a cell phone. ...