Chapter 13 At The Police Station
- “Why not?” the thug replied with an evil smile. “You flung that glass at me, right?”
- I inclined my head. “I didn’t do it on purpose. Sorry about that.”
- “Damn it! Do you have a death wish?” yelled the thug as he waved his baton at me menacingly. Macy and I avoided his attack. Seeing a beer bottle on a table aside, I picked it up and hurled it at him.