Danny's living room was dimly lit, the only sound was the soft hum of the air conditioners . He paced back and forth, his long strides eating up the distance as he struggled to contain his anger.

His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in a tight, hard line. His mind was a maelstrom of emotions, his thoughts racing with visions of revenge and retribution. He wanted to lash out, to hurt someone, to make them pay for what they had done to Clarissa.

But there was no one to lash out at. No one to blame. The attack on Clarissa had been a cowardly, sneak one,...