"What the hell is this?"
Old Hunter staggered a few times at the sight inside the room, nearly fainting on the spot.
An explosion case hadn't been settled yet, and now a particularly vile mass homicide was unfolding in his jurisdiction. He suspected that his fate of taking the blame was inescapable.
Thinking of the few big shots who were now rushing to the scene outside, Old Hunter hardened his heart. Disregarding the hard concrete beneath him, he rolled his eyes and pretended to faint.
He swore that once he got to the hospital, he would cite his failing health as the reason to forcefully apply for retirement. As for being the captain, to hell with it! Whoever wants the job can damn well take it! He was done serving!
But how could Dean allow Old Hunter to escape so easily?
Now that people from the FBI and the headquarters had arrived, all the pressure would land on him, the detective chief, if Old Hunter fainted. He couldn't let the old man get away!
