Chapter 17
Marcus froze at the sound of Sheriff Nixon’s voice. Slowly, carefully, making sure not to make any sudden movements, Marcus turned, all the while keeping the other deputy between him and Nixon.
“Let him go,” Nixon ordered. Marcus was surprised to see that Nixon had yet to draw his sidearm; next to him, Angie must have noticed the same thing. Fear flooded through the building. “Let him go and we’ll talk this through. No one needs to get hurt.”
“The second I let him go I’m a dead man,” Marcus muttered, barely comprehending even what he was saying. What has happened to me? When did I become someone like this?
How many times have I been on the other side of this? Looking at the poor bastard in front of me, pitying him? And look at me now.
“I don’t want anyone to get hur
