Chapter 19
“What the hell were you thinking, Stone?”
Marcus’s head hurt like hell. He could barely think, let alone think about what he had been thinking nearly two hours ago, so he didn’t answer.
“Got anything to say?”
“No.”
“This is gonna be a hard sell, even after what you did. Jesus, Stone. Jesus. You went and tried to take out The Skinner yourself.”
“I had help.”
“Yeah, lucky for you.”
“When are you going to let me out of here, anyway?” Marcus asked. Putting together that many words physically hurt but he had to do it.
“Sick of cells?”
“Yeah,” he grunted.
He was sitting in a cell in the back of the Sheriff’s Department, aching like he had never before. His head throbbed from the baseball bat he’d taken to it, his chest hurt where he’d been sliced open, but his pride h
