Mancini's POV
The anger hadn't left me. It had only shifted the aggression to different people. I wasn't going to be satisfied until I put Marcus, Deanna, and everyone in their place.
I sat in my study, staring at the map spread out before me the hospital marked with red ink, the alleyway where the body had been found circled twice. Lionel stood opposite me, silent, waiting. The others kept their distance. They knew better.
My fingers drummed once on the table before I said, without looking up, "You know what this means, don't you?"
Lionel shook his head.
