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Adjusting myself, my heels pressed with need into the cracked, eroding sidewalk. The police station was still a ten minute walk, time was essential.

How the hell am I even going to know if he's still there?

There was no way I was just going to stroll in and ask for him, how the hell would that look?

What the hell am I supposed to do?

Just stand outside and wait god knows how long, hoping he walks out the doors?

Running my hand through my hair, I checked the time on my phone, it was almost four thirty in the morning.Fingers crossed he's not gone yet.

The large brick building came into focus, shining brightly against the dull, mop water gray of the skyline. Several cruisers lined the front of the building, the blue and red lights flickered off the windows as headlights reflected off of them.

From the corner of my eye, I noticed the shelter of a bus stop.

Perfect.

Darting across the crowded roadway, a horn blared into my ear, and my heart leaped into my throat. My mind had been so distracted, I hadn't seen the bright yellow car.

A few cuss words were ejected at me through the driver's side window of the taxi, followed by a middle finger. Waving my hand in the vehicle's direction, I continued across the street. Looking over at the police station, a few faces had turned to see what was going on.

Oh, shit. Please don't come over and ask if I'm alright.

The idea was to stay hidden, not draw attention to myself as I stalked the one place on earth no one ever should.

Luckily, the officer's eyes lingered only for a moment, then went about their business continuing into the building.

The stop was positioned diagonal across the street, sitting on the bench, I had a clear view of the front doors.

I'll give it an hour. If he doesn't show, I'm going to need a plan B.

Barely blinking, I sat staring at the station. My stomach twisted and turned, my leg rapidly twitching up and down as the nerves started to float to the surface.

What the fuck am I going to do if he says no?

My father won't like that, but why the hell would Quinn care about what he thinks?

He didn't owe my father shit.

But the Macro always takes what he wants.