Tillman's jaw tightened until his teeth ground together. Castle had adopted his daughter. The madman. The animal. How satisfying it would be to gut him slowly...

He caught himself speeding and slowed. In the span of a breath, he readjusted his focus, funneled that intensity into the task at hand.

"Is that the beauty of it," he inquired, tone more aggressive than he had intended.

Their destination loomed ahead, dark and foreboding. "This is it? Are you okay to walk?"