As the sirens wailed through the D.C. night, Cross made a silent promise: Step six would be Ethan’s last. One way or another, the judgment was coming home.
“No,” Cross said flatly. “He stays mine.”
Detective John Sampson leaned against the doorframe, his massive arms crossed. “Forensics pulled a partial from the latest scene. It’s a match to the glass Ethan used at the charity gala. The same gala where he had a front-row seat to your wife’s memorial fund.”
Cross looked up at Sampson, his face ashen. “He’s going after Nana Mama.”
As the sirens wailed through the D.C. night, Cross made a silent promise: Step six would be Ethan’s last. One way or another, the judgment was coming home.
“No,” Cross said flatly. “He stays mine.” cross s01e06 mpc
Detective John Sampson leaned against the doorframe, his massive arms crossed. “Forensics pulled a partial from the latest scene. It’s a match to the glass Ethan used at the charity gala. The same gala where he had a front-row seat to your wife’s memorial fund.” As the sirens wailed through the D
Cross looked up at Sampson, his face ashen. “He’s going after Nana Mama.” the judgment was coming home. “No