The silence in the cabin was killing him. They’ve been interrogating Teresa to no avail. She maintained that she didn’t know where Martin had taken Larissa. Her denial was getting on Bruce’s last nerve until Herald stopped asking her questions, giving them all a minute to breathe.
Bruce stared at Teresa. Herald told him to stay put, and calm the f**k down. How was he supposed to do that? When his wife was out there with some lunatic and the person who set that lunatic on her didn’t even know where they were.
Fuck…Bruce felt tears fill his eyes. He dashed them away with his hand. He paced the length of the kitchen, trying to work out the anger and devastation that was boiling inside him. The more he paced around, the more his emotions coiled inside him, ready to snap. He came to a stop
