Brandon longed to leap from the bed and protect his wife, but reality forced him to admit that she, not he, had the training to deal with this situation. He might, by jumping in, make everything worse.
“Billy Flannery,” she scolded, her voice surprisingly calm, like a displeased schoolteacher, “what are you doing here? Don't you know it's rude to come into someone's home without being invited?”
“I'm going to kill you, b***h,” Billy snarled.
Brandon stared at the boy, startled by how young he seemed. He's scarcely more than a teenager. Using the cover of the ongoing conversation between his wife and the youth, he sneaked his cell phone from the bedside table, hit the speed dial and then turned off the speaker.
“Yes, I gathered that, could you please explain why? No one can understand wh
