Marc's POV
The next morning we got up and I started breakfast while she fed. I was in the middle of scrabbling eggs when my phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hey Marc, it's Ben. I heard about that little scuffle up in Utah. You did a good job." Ben seemed to be very happy.
"Thank you," I was a bit knocked off-center by this. "How did he find out?"
"I have eyes and ears everywhere." Ben chuckled.
I said that out loud. Holy s**t. Well least he isn't mad. "I need to call Clint and let him know I will be in today." I changed the subject entirely.
"That was why I was calling, Clint wants to keep the temp he hired." Ben's voice became serious. "I am gonna have you come with me."
"Oh, am I heading back to the cells to finish my parole?" I was really bummed if that was the case. Not
