Ada ran through the door to the police station.
Marco rose from the bench, he held out his hand to her.
"Is he okay? Where's Brax and Heath?" She panted.
He took her hand and pulled her close to him.
"Coppers let Brax in to see Case. Heath left."
"Heath what?"
"He's upset, Ad."
"I don't care! Our brother is locked up, he needs to be here."
"I know, I know." Marco shushed her, trying to calm her down.
The door buzzed and Brax emerged from behind the door that led to the cells.
Ada and Marco turned to face him, expectantly.
Dark shadows lingered over Brax's face. He looked old and tired, as if he'd aged overnight.
"Is he okay?" Ada asked.
"Nah." Brax swallowed. "He's scared."
"What are we going to do?"
"The lawyer's coming. Hopefully we can work something out."
There was little optimism in his voice.
"Where's Heath?" Brax asked.
Marco coughed. "Er... he left."
Brax fumed. "Unbelievable!" He yelled.
Ada shuddered. "Listen, I'll handle Heath."
"You think that's a good idea?" Marco asked.
"I can handle my brother." Ada replied sternly.
"Get him to talk to the boys, tell them what's going on." Brax instructed. He turned to Marco, "Go with her in case you can't find him, you'll need to talk to the boys."
Marco nodded, he headed to the door.
Ada lingered.
Brax wiped his hands over his face.
Ada turned to say something, but the words didn't come. She shook it off and headed after Marco.
Heath sat alone in the dark of the restaurant. A bottle of spirit sat on the table in front of him.
He poured another large measure and threw it down the back of his neck. He grimaced.
Ada charged in through the door. She clocked Heath and stormed over to the table. She struck the bottle with her hand, sending it flying to the floor.
The glass smashed into small fragments.
Marco hovered in the doorway. He watched the contents of the bottle puddle on the floor.
"Hey!" Heath roared. He stood to his feet.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Ada yelled.
"What is your problem?" Heath hissed.
"Why aren't you at the station?"
"Why should I be? This is Casey's problem."
Ada scoffed angrily. "If Brax had had the same thought every time you got locked up, you wouldn't be here right now."
Heath stepped to her. "Watch what you say to me." He threatened.
Ada looked him dead in the eye. "Who the hell do you think you are? Casey needs-"
Heath interrupted, "Casey just murdered our Dad! I don't owe him anything, ever again."
Ada shoved him, hard, but he barely moved.
