That prick.
When Phil called out to Harrison, I was already walking faster. I mean, I’d been walking fast the whole time since it’s cold as hell outside but I found myself speeding up a bit, worried. Leave it to Phil to intervene in something he can’t handle—and the way he’d called out to Harrison told me that something wasn’t right.
And then I heard his voice on the line.
Some prick asking Phil who he was looking at.
Phil can damn well look at whoever the hell he wants to—but the way it was said and the hesitation in Phil’s voice when he responded—I’d hit a dead sprint for the last three blocks to the entrance.
And sure enough, it was Shawn.
I came at him pretty quickly and he backed off almost immediately. I knew he would but somehow that just irritated m
