Chapter 30

• The stench of the police cell filled Jadon’s nose and made him feel sick to his stomach. Or maybe that had something to do with the gut punches he had gotten.
• Anyhow, he wondered how it was even possible he could smell all the sweat, piss, blood, and maybe even vomit that had ever covered the floor of the cell since the place was built when his nose was swollen. Well, at least it had stopped bleeding. But he could barely draw air through his swollen nasal passages. However, considering the horrible smell of the place, maybe that was a blessing, he mused.
• With his left eye swollen shut and the right one halfway there, Jadon took full stock of his injuries as he sat on the most uncomfortable bench in his life. In all honesty, Jadon had to admit, at least to himself, that he’d had his ass handed to him well and good. Not that he had held back either.