At first glance, there didn"t seem to be anything particularly noteworthy about the rusty old sedan parked in front of the Methodist church. Other old, run-down vehicles also crowded the parking lot, ready to pick up kids at the end of a long workday, but the car and its driver did receive a couple of quizzical stares. The small group who utilized the daycare knew each other for the most part. A stranger in their midst did warrant attention. And what a stranger.
Blake glanced in the rearview mirror, running his hand over the sandy stubble on his chin. Maybe I should have shaved after all. His icy blue eyes glared back at him, reflecting a lifetime of rage like cornflower flames. A voice seemed to ring in his head.
Maybe I should have shaved after all.What you got to be angry about, rich
