CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The gangsters pounded on my door. Hazel barked immediately.
I snapped my fingers at Darvin. He grabbed Hazel by the collar.
"Darvin, keep Hazel back," I said.
"Got it, Lester."
"Daddy, what's going on?" Marlese asked.
In the dining room, Malcolm began to stir. I imagined him in the little play yard on the dining room floor, scratching his chest and rolling to his feet, wanting to know what was up.
"Mar, get Malcolm and stay in the dining room," I said. "We'll take care of this."
Marlese nodded and rushed into the dining room.
Hazel growled, the kind of growl she only reserved for men and dogs with bad spirits.
Bo sprang onto the porch and waited for my signal.
"Say the word, boss man," Bo said. "I'm ready to crack some skulls."
I stood in the doorway and gave
