The Prescotts Thought My Uniform Was Decorative

word barely made it out.

Cobb nodded once to the officers.

“Mr. Prescott, Mrs. Prescott, Mr. Prescott, you’re going to wait in the hall.”

Russell laughed.

“You don’t get to order us around.”

One of the officers, a broad man with a shaved head and a badge that read Doyle, touched the radio on his shoulder.

“Try me.”

Nobody moved for half a second.

Then Todd continue reading …