22
A Dark Past
When Will started to speak, Peyton wasn’t quite sure what to expect. Perhaps the two had been outlaws or something, but it could be worse. Never in her wildest imagination did she anticipate the words that rolled out.
“Miss Phoenix,” Will started.
“Peyton, it’s okay, really, you can call me Peyton.”
“Yes, ma’am. The first thing you should know about us is that Brock and I have worked together for years.” Will cleared his throat in preparation. “You should know right off the bat, it’s like he said, we’ve done some pretty awful s**t together. We used to work for the government. They got to both of us when we were young and stupid. Being much older than Brock, I was there first, of course. And when pretty-boy there arrived at the Farm, he was greener than a blade of grass
