Chapter 9
“You’re Marcus Stone,” a voice said from behind them. “Used to be Sheriff around here, right?”
Angie glanced over at Marcus. She saw his eyes flick over to her and there was a change in his demeanor; for the briefest of seconds, he looked a little worn out. But then he raised himself to full height and that seemed to fade away.
Together, they turned. There was a man standing on the opposite side of the gas pumps. A cigarette was clutched between his teeth, his hands opening up the gas cap and sliding the nozzle into it. He set the gas to full, flipped the switch, and then stepped forward.
“They say it’s dangerous to smoke at the pump,” Marcus muttered, though Angie could tell he said it without any real conviction.
The man shrugged and lifted up his shirt sleeve, showi
