The weeks after Webb's departure were strange.
Blackhaven felt different. Quieter. The streets were still dangerous, the gangs still present, but the heavy hand of a single kingpin was gone. Smaller crews fought over territory. Minor skirmishes. Nothing like the wars Adam had fought.
Adam threw himself into the garage.
He worked from dawn until dusk, his hands covered in grease, his mind focused on engines. It was the only thing that kept the thoughts away. The memories. The faces.
Sandra noticed.
“You're working too much.”
“I'm catching up.”
“You're hiding.”
Adam set down his wrench. “What do you want me to say?”
“I want you to say that you're not okay. That you're still processing everything that happened. That you need help.”
“I'm fine.”
“You're not fine. You're sleeping four
