Chapter 36

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CHAPTER 36

Jack's POV

The ride to the police station was long and quiet. My heart began to pound rapidly when we finally arrived. It felt like we would never get there.

The cop grabbed Cry from out of the car by his collar and took him inside the building. My heart sunk at the sight and I looked towards Mark for comfort. Somehow, he appeared even more depressed and heartbroken than me. It must be hard for him. After all, Cry was his first friend and they were very close.

"Mark?...Are you okay?" I asked out of concern.

He wouldn't respond to me as if he was lost in his own little world. Not being sure what to do, I gave him a small kiss on his cheek. That seemed to cheer him up, if only slightly.

He gazed briefly into my eyes and quietly whispered "thank you" under his breath with a slight smile. However, it was short-lived. Mark's eyes furrowed and clenched his fists. He wore a dead serious expression on his face as he pushed open the door to get into the station. When we got in, we found Cry behind the bars of a small holding cell.

I could tell that Mark was trying to act tough, but deep down I could see that he is just as scared and shaken as me. Then out of the corner of my eye, I saw Mark make a different face as if he was unsure of what his next move would be. Or possibly that he needs to tell me something.

I got a closer look at the cop who arrested Cry and saw something that made me jump. His entire arm was torn off and I could see its socket. By the looks of the injury, it looked new. I wonder what happened?

No, it couldn't have been. A new thought emerged, that Cry was the one who amputated this man's arm. This isn't right. He couldn't have done it.

But maybe that was why he was so angry and snapping at us. He didn't understand how we could love a...criminal. I really do not want to describe Cry in that way.

But nothing is set in stone right? Cry, I swear that I will clear your name. Not for just my sake.

...But for Mark's

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