Rain blurred the ambulance lights into bleeding red streaks on the dark streets of Queens. Leah paced outside the emergency room entrance, Jason’s blood still drying on her hands. Her jaw clenched every time a medic walked past without giving her an update.

The bullet had hit his upper arm, non-lethal, they said. But then why couldn’t she breathe?

Her phone buzzed. Maya.

“You with him?” Maya asked.

“Yeah. He’s still in surgery,” Leah said, her voice tight.

“They’re going to try to spin this,” Maya warned. “The arrest was clean looks like they are connected to Meyes, someone higher up already flagged the report for review.”

Leah’s eyes narrowed....