Chapter four
“Mr.Castle,“ The officer before him had a look of faux concern that made Frank want to deck him in the face. "We need you to cooperate with us here.”
“I am.” Frank snarled, the coffee cup in his grip nearly a crumpled ball at the officers condescending tone.
The case was being taken up by another precinct. Apparently, because the guy had caused some trouble for them originally means they steal the entire goddamn case and have frank fill out the most fucking extensive report he’s ever seen. The questions were absolutely ridiculous! Who the hell needed all that detail?
This must have been how Jitterbug felt when he forced her to do the same.
His heart stung.
You’d think he’d remember it all, that time seemed to stop when she was hit. That he would have all the time in the world to see her scream and vanish, but it was the exact opposite.
It all happened far too fast.
One moment she was above him, hand cradling his head as if he were dear to her and asking if he was hurt. The next she screamed and Jesus, he would never forget the sound. So helpless and blood-curdling. Her back arched as if she was about to stumble forward into his arms and Frank was about to brace himself to catch her when she was gone. She was just fucking gone.
“Death of a hero ain’t ever easy,” Jean told him after he finished answering a slew of idiotic questions. “Especially the only one who didn’t give us the runaround.”
Jean was a good guy on the force. His son was friends with Frank’s children so they became friends with ease. He was often the one to calm the captain down, reminding him that not every case would be the end of the world.
But this one, this one felt like it was.
“Only web-slinging shit that helped us,” Frank told him. His voice was hoarse and he couldn’t find it in himself to speak up. “Now all we have left is that goddamn spider-woman-”
Frank halted before standing up straight and trusting his crumpled coffee cup into his friend’s chest.
“Wha-Jesus frank! The hell are you doing?”
He grabbed his coat and pushed his way through the mass of cops taking over their precinct. “Gotta go see somebody.”
“Who?” Jean called out. Frank didn’t respond, he bolted out of the building to find the one hero he couldn’t stand but might be able to get some answers out of.