“Shit, shit, stop!” the man cried louder. “I’m sorry, okay, I’m sorry! Gimme to the cops already!”
“Danny, what are you doing?” Lynn demanded. “The police are almost there.”
It was like a warning, like a threat—you better stop or the police will catch youCatch you doing something bad, something wrong.Danny was the good guy. Danny was the hero. Danny was the one who always had to be on the right side of the law, be as near perfect as possible, or people ended up dead. He just wanted the opposite to be true for once
He didn’t want to kill the man in front of him, but would it really be so wrong to hurt him enough to make sure he never hurt anybody else? When did breaking and entering escalate? What would this man have done if someone else had caught him tonight instead of Zeus?
Squeezing the man’s arms tighter, Danny felt the bones beneath his grasp begin to creak.