Chapter Six
Max
“Goodnight Max.” Gary, the overnight stock clerk, said as I locked the front doors on my way out. I waved, then slid behind the wheel of my beat-up old car. It was embarrassing to be seen driving the ancient Volkswagen, but I didn’t have a car payment, and the insurance was stupidly cheap. My flashy wheels were at home in the garage, a Triumph motorcycle. I only took it out on weekends, when I’d occasionally drive to the mountains or the beach on days off.
My phone buzzed on the seat next to me, and when I picked it up, I saw a message from Marcus.
“f**k it. I’m staying in tonight. He can handle one Saturday night on his own.” I tossed the phone back on the seat then put the car in reverse and backed out of the parking lot.
Aunt Regina was moving in on Monday, and thou
