Dillon thanked the gods of scheduling that he was down for a short shift, getting off work at seven instead of his usual nine o’clock.
Dillon’s plan--one he’d shared with Jamie during a hasty on-break phone call--was to run home, take a quick shower, and then spend the rest of the evening (the time until Sadie kicked him out for the night, that is) with Jamie over at his place.
The minute Dillon stepped into Heath’s apartment and took a look at his brother’s face, though, that plan was shot to Hell.
Heath, still wearing his uniform, was sitting in his ratty old recliner. His face was ashen, and as soon as Dillon walked in the door, he looked up and said, “We got trouble, kid.”
It was on the tip of Dillon’s tongue to say, “So what else is new,” but he stopped himself and instead said,
