CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Bo was sitting at the kitchen table with Malcolm when I entered. The kitchen still smelled like syrup and pancakes.
“Jesus, boss man, you look like hell,” Bo said.
“Don’t ask me what I feel like,” I said.
Malcolm made grabby hands for me, but I didn’t take him. When he realized it, he pouted, then broke into a full cry.
“Is Marlese home?” I asked.
Marlese walked into the kitchen from the front hallway. The front door was open. She must have been talking to Darvin because she said something, smiled, and trailed off mid-sentence upon seeing me.
“Daddy, what happened to you?” she asked.
“Long story,” I said.
She stared at me from head to toe. “Is it…a supernatural story?”
It sure was strange hearing those words come from my daughter’s mouth. Until recently, I tried
