While driving away, Levi's mind was still trapped in Lyse's bedroom, the scent of her hair, the way she had looked at him with that heartbreaking mix of love and sadness.
He didn't notice his phone vibrating in the center console until the third consecutive call. It was Dalton.
Levi swiped to answer, his voice rough. "Dalton, not now. I'm not in the mood for…"
"Sir, you need to listen," Dalton's voice was uncharacteristically brittle, stripped of its usual professional sheen. "There has been an incident. Actually, two incidents."
Levi's grip on the steering wheel tightened in fright. "Is it Lyse? Is she…"
He wondered what vould have possibly happened to Lyse, she was fine when he left her minutes ago.
"No, sir. It's the Chadwick family. Brooke... she's dead, Sir."
The world seemed to tilt. Levi pulled the car over to the curb with a screech of tires. "What do you mean, dead? She was just arrested."
