He let out a sigh, brought a cup of warm milk to a little boy, and began to feed him.
Fortunately, even though the children had just suffered severe abuse, they weren't crying or making a fuss. They were simply silent, as if they were autistic.
The three of them chatted idly while watching over the children, their nerves gradually settling.
They were safe for the time being, but a faint worry still lingered.
'Brendan's Rattlesnake Company had been able to buy off high-ranking FBI agents, the State Police, and even a state senator. The power behind it has to be an unimaginably complex and tangled web.'
'We're safe for now, but once the Savior leaves and our enemies recover, crushing three small-town cops like us would be as easy as crushing an ant.'
'Maybe escaping to Canada or even Mexico is the only way to be truly safe...'
As the three of them were lost in thought, a noise came from the direction of the holding cell. With a loud CLANG, the sealed iron door swung open.
