The door to the club burst open. Detective Whitman stood there, badge out, rain dripping from his coat.
The rain hadn’t washed away the blood. Not the kind Tariq St. Patrick could see, anyway. It was the kind that lived under his fingernails, in the silences between heartbeats, in the way his mother, Tasha, now looked at him through the thick glass of the visitation room. power book ii: ghost s02e01 h265
“Define okay,” Tariq said, not looking up from his laptop. The door to the club burst open
Tariq’s pulse spiked. Zeke. The NBA dream. The wrong-place, wrong-time bullet meant for him. in the silences between heartbeats