With difficulty, Bryan wheeled himself to the chief's office. His ribs still hurt and his head felt like thousands of bells were ringing amidst the slamming of drums. He was pushing himself to the limit and despite his great determination, he couldn't overlook the fact that he just came out of surgery.
He pushed the door open without bothering to knock; the issue at hand was something he couldn't afford to waste time on.
The chief was on his desk and on a call. Bruce raised his index finger to signal for him to wait till he finished with the call.
They had been busy these past two days especially after the news that the serial killer had been arrested. The media wanted to get the juicy details and even the interrogation directly and despite the refusals, they kept coming back or calling on the phone.
