Detective Roese looked up, a strand of lank hair hanging across her face. Blood staining her bare hands and forearms, she kept her weight pitched forward, pressing down on the sucking chest wound, fighting desperately to prevent another tally on the list of recently deceased. "You can't go out there. Best case, you never find him in the middle of all this. Worst, it's a trap." Outcomes Reed had already considered and dismissed, his faith placed in...