LauriThe big goon Mike sent to take me to my office cleaning sat outside in his car. A rundown Pontiac that squealed when he turned right. For a mechanic, I would have thought he’d drive something a little better than that.
Mike sent me a text an hour before my shift at the shelter ended telling me Tony would be taking me to the office. He’d pick me up to take me home. His home. Because I had managed to get myself under house arrest for being involved in a hit and run where I was the victim.
I finished tying up the last trash bag and brought it to the front door when it flung open and Mike stormed in. He nearly knocked me down with the force of his entrance. He didn’t look happy, but he wasn’t pissed either. Whatever it was had nothing to do with me.
He saw me then, his eyes wandered ov
