Chapter 22 - Let go...

The prosecutor quickly let go of Olivia as if she had turned into hot coals in his hands, and he hurriedly stepped away from her. He stood by the desk, trembling like a leaf in a windy day. He wanted to run away, but his limbs failed him. His legs turned into jelly, and even if he found the strength to move, there was no where for him to go. There was only one exit out of the room, and Devon was approaching from there. He had also locked the door behind him when he entered the space. Running in that direction would be a waste of time. Devon would catch him at once, for sure. It would be like running into a death trap with his eyes wide open. The prosecutor could see the anger and madness in Devon's eyes. It was clear to him that there was no escaping from Devon, so he stood there hopelessly, waiting for his fate, whatever it turned out to be.