FIVE
I started to relax as I sat in the truck next to Mark, heading somewhere in the dark. I didn’t care where. Mark still had his truck—his plumber’s truck—because he continued to work as a plumber, part-time. He said he liked it. And he needed the money for the restaurant, although I told him I would finance it. I mean, I owned the building. The rest was gravy, right? Not right. Renovating and opening a restaurant was a lot more expensive than I ever thought it would be.
Not that I had ever thought about that. I encouraged Mark to follow his dream. If his dream was to open a restaurant, I was right there with him. What else was I going to do with the money from Beauty and the Zombie? I had points, man, and AFT actually did honest accounting, so Hayword and I were rich all over again an
