Adela was busy signing some paperwork at the police station, the last formalities required before she could bring Dexter Norman out of custody. The officer behind the desk flipped through the pages, checking the information. Although Dexter had sobered up considerably since the brawl, he avoided looking at her for more than a moment at a time, clearly feeling guilty for dragging her into his troubles yet again.
Not far away, the man Dexter had beaten up continued to groan and rant. He demanded compensation for his “serious injuries,” hurling all sorts of accusations. Each time he locked eyes with Dexter, however, Dexter’s cold glare was enough to make the man shrink back, momentarily silenced.
Suddenly, the station doors swung open. Several people entered, and Adela couldn’t help but pau
