Kip looks up and frowns, “I’m no hero, and honestly, I’d never want to aspire to be one. The weight of trying to save people and bring those to justice weighs me down enough. Occasionally, I get so caught up in a case it becomes near damn impossible to claw myself out of the hole I've dug myself into.” He places his utensils on the side of his plate and picks up his glass of water, taking a sip from it. “Is my job rewarding? Sure. But it entails a lot of backbone and most times I forget I have one,” he continues, placing his glass back down on the bench top, and he points to my plate of food that’s still untouched. “Are you going to eat that?”Looking down at my plate, which consists of a decent-sized lamb steak, smothered in a rich basil tomato sauce with a side of roasted potatoes and blanched beans. I bring my plate forward, excited to fill my belly with some decent food.Licking my lips, I lean forward and inhale the aromas of the food, only to regret it simultaneously. “As good

TOBIAS:Leaning forward over my desk, I violently press my finger against the button on the intercom. “Melanie, can I see you in my office?”“Sure,” she responds, her voice trembling.I lean back in my chair, rubbing my chin as my gaze zones in on my office door. I’m in a foul mood. A mood that won’t lift, regardless of what I do.Ever since I found out that Keri left New Zealand and went to Australia with Kip… well, let’s just say that my hands have been twitching to pulverize something, preferably Kip Mason.I mean, who does that son of a bitch think he is?Tearing through our lives like a tornado and fucking everything up as it passes through.Not to mention, Keris’ lawyer has been calling my phone daily on the hour, following up on the divorce papers I was served. If Keri thinks that she can leave the country and file for a divorce without speaking to me first, in a civilised manner, then she has another thing coming.I know I stuffed up. I’m not denying that.But she just cann