“WHAT’S the meaning of this, Drake?” Mary’s voice roared while she walked into Drake’s cubicle. She slammed the folder into his desk.

Drake looked up and slightly frowned. “What?”

Mary clenched her jaw and glared at her. “Why did you re-open an investigation into Achilles’s case? You knew that was an accident—”

“Fuck with that damn accident!” Drake cursed and slammed the folder as he met Mary’s eyes. He stood up and grabbed Mary in the arm then dragged her out.

“What the fuck are you doing?!” Mary shouted as she tried to get out of Drake’s grip.

“Shut up,” Drake uttered.

“Fucker! Let go of me.”

But Drake didn’t...