Aria’s rigid stance crumpled the moment they heard the front door open and closed. She lowered herself slowly back to the couch.

“That is one downright rotten man. Lordy. I have never seen such an unfeeling fellow before. I was about to come run him off myself if you didn’t enter, Seargent”

Jordan turned back toward the door that led to the kitchen and he saw Aria’s grandfather standing there with a fireplace poker in his hand. Jordan had no idea what the older man had intended to do with Bruce but he knew that it wouldn’t have ended well for the bastard, he almost wished he had come a bit later so he could see the old man wielding the iron on the baby faced bastard preferably on his face but as that could have earned the old man charges for assault on a police officer, he thought that it was a good thing he had come earlier after all.

He wondered briefly how early Lance had woken up just so he could come over for his psycho display.

“Grandpa” Jordan called and Aria jolted out of h