The door slams open again and hits the wall again.
Hunter storms back in, but he’s not triumphant anymore. He’s a hurricane of panic and rage.
He comes straight at me, grabbing a fistful of my shirt and yanking me forward.
“WHERE THE f**k IS SHE?!” he roars, his voice raw and panicked. “WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?!”
“I don’t f*****g know! Tell me this ain’t one of your f*****g games, Hunt! Don’t tell me you took her, just to make me look worse!”
Miller and his cop immediately jump in, pulling Hunter back, prying his fingers off my shirt.
“That’s enough! Get a hold of yourself, Hunter!”
As the cops are separating us, a wild, brutal punch lands straight into my left eye.
“Christ!” The force whips my head to the side. I brace myself against the table to keep from falling.
The sound
