Chapter 3

Approaching the suspect, he looked down at the clip board he was carrying, and said, “Adam? Adam Dunbar? Is that you?”

“Yeah, it’s me.”

With his answer, Eddie pulled up a chair, scraping the floor as he swung it backward and straddled it. When the boy looked up at him, Eddie had to hold his breath to keep from gasping. He had the bluest, the most beautiful, the most innocent, the most—

“I didn’t do it,” Adam said, his smooth voice breaking the silence in the room.

“Do what?”

“You know what…” He hesitated when he saw Eddie. “You look familiar. Do I know you?”

“The name is Eddie Scarlett.”

“Oh, my God, you’re Eddie Scarlett? TheEddie Scarlett I’ve heard so much about?”

“I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about. I’m not theanything. I’m just a New York City cop doin’ his job.”

“Nah, you’re not just any old cop. You’re the one they call Demon, right?”

“They do if they want to get their heads bashed in.”