Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 69696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
He shrugged. “I was curious too this morning, and I had time while I was waiting for a train on the way here. So I looked it up.”
I smiled. “You don’t think they gave Jorgan that option?”
Derek looked down at me, his beautiful face set in a frown.
“Avery, Jorgan is a cop killer. I doubt he got anything he wanted,” he finally said.
That was true.
Cop killers were treated differently than any other criminals.
Killing a police officer was a very big deal, especially to other cops.
Something—movement of some kind—had me looking back toward the room in front of us.
The door.
The door had opened.
I tensed, and Derek put his arm around me, pulling me in tight.
I stayed stiff for all of two seconds before I leaned into him, watching as they marched Jorgan into the room, arms and legs shackled and chained together by a long chain that went from his wrists to his feet.
I stiffened when he looked over at the viewing room we were sitting in.
His eyes found me, and he smiled.
I narrowed my eyes at the evil man, then smiled right back.
“Don’t lose your cool,” Derek ordered.
The guards got Jorgan on the stretcher, and I watched with anger as they situated him.
He was strapped down by Velcro straps across his feet, arms, and chest.
Once he was sufficiently immobile, a man wearing slacks and a black button-down shirt walked up to Jorgan, snapping gloves onto his hands.
He pulled out something from his pocket and proceeded to start an IV on Jorgan despite Jorgan’s struggles.
“I would’ve thought they’d give him something to make him cooperative,” I found myself saying.
Derek didn’t say anything.
There wasn’t anything to say.
They rolled up a machine with pre-filled syringes full of liquid and began to hook the machine up to Jorgan’s IV.
“I think I would’ve rather seen him fry in an electric chair,” I muttered darkly.
Jorgan’s eyes turned to me as if he could hear my comment, and he smiled.
“I would’ve rather that happen, too,” Derek admitted. “If that guy wasn’t about to die, I would’ve found some way to make his life a living hell.”
Amen to that.
Jorgan pursed his lips at me and jerked his chin, indicating that it was for me.
So I flipped him off.
Then, just like that, the switch was flipped, so to speak.
The plungers on the syringes depressed, and suddenly the life died right out of Jorgan’s eyes.
Just. Like. That.
“Well,” I said when his eyes were no longer filled with life. “That was honestly anti-climactic.”
I didn’t really know what to expect, but I thought maybe some final words would be said. That maybe it’d be more exciting.
But honestly, it was kind of boring.
Way less fulfilling than I thought it would be.
“I feel like they should stab him in the heart with a wooden stake just to make sure that he’s actually dead,” I muttered.
Derek’s arm tightened around me as he lifted me up and guided me to the door.
Nobody spoke to me as we made our way outside, but eventually the events of what had just happened started to catch up to me, and I slowed.
People passed me on the way out, but I didn’t notice or care.
I was so lost in my own thoughts that I didn’t even realize we were outside until Derek’s shout had me blinking back into reality.
“Hey,” Derek called to the two men who were in front of us.
I allowed my eyes to follow Derek as he let my hand go and jogged up to the two men.
“Hey, did y’all ride together?” he asked them.
The two young rookies nodded. “Yeah.”
“Would one of y’all mind driving her car home?” Derek asked.
I opened my mouth to deny that I was more than capable of driving myself home but thought better of it.
I wasn’t capable right now.
I’d expected to feel relief at watching that man die.
I expected to feel like some big weight had lifted off my chest.
Only, there wasn’t some big weight.
In fact, all there was in my chest was this feeling of hollowness inside of me that was getting bigger and bigger by the second.
“Sure thing,” one of them said. “We’re stopping for lunch, but it shouldn’t take us much longer than that to get it back.”
Stopping for lunch.
They acted like seeing a man die was nothing to them.
And, maybe it was.
Maybe it really was nothing to them.
But before I had a chance to ask Derek about it, someone else called my name.
I turned to find an older man shuffling toward us.
The older man who was sitting in the back row during the execution was looking directly at me.
I frowned and turned. Derek turned with me so he didn’t have to let go of my hand.
“Avery,” he said once he was finally close enough. “I just wanted to apologize.”
I frowned. “Ummm, for what?”
Derek’s hand tightened as if he knew something that I did not. Something that I learned in the next few breaths as the man continued.