The precinct was dead silent—so silent the buzzing of a fluorescent bulb overhead suddenly seemed deafening. Frank's chest heaved as he glared at Feng Tian, wild-eyed, his words dripping with wounded pride and obsession. He licked his cracked lips, a bitter laugh bubbling out of him. "Do you know how much I risked just to get you to look my way?!" His cuffed wrists rattled violently against Li Wei's grip, the chains clinking like a cruel applause to his breakdown.
"Do you know how many nights I stayed up, writing those letters?!" Frank's voice cracked as he jerked against the cuffs again, Li Wei's grip unyielding. "Do you know how many times I followed you, waiting, hoping you'd finally notice me?!" His laughter was jagged, unhinged, echoing through the precinct like broken glass. Then his face twisted, desperation tipping into mania.
