"What exactly are you doing here, Stewart? I thought I gave you the month off," I bellowed, eyeing Stewart as he paced around my office.
"I'm sorry, boss. I tried to stay home, but I couldn't," Stewart replied, his voice strained. "All I kept thinking about was avenging Julio's death. I want to fight for him. I want to be the one to investigate, to interrogate Sergio, to pull the information out of him. I don't care what I need to do." Desperation was evident on his face as he looked at me. I had never seen him looking this bad.
