Chapter EightSteamy hot water fills the tub. The mirror in front of me returns hateful, bloodshot eyes. What does he want with you? I pick up my phone to call Kam and Detective Sharpe before I take his advice and relax in a long hot bath. As odd as I feel taking a bath with a strange policeman sitting outside the door, I've decided it is the closest thing to relaxing I can manage with the circumstances. I press call on the phone and listen to the soft hum of a ring on the other end. Kam chimes in loud and clear.
“Markie, are you okay?” It's an octave above her regular tone.
“I'm fine. That motherfucker peed in my car today!” I vent. “What's up with your voice? And, where are you? I thought you'd be home. You're not with Brock, are you? I have some things to say to that piece of s**t!” I
