Nine days had passed since Monroe's short appearance, and Zach was becoming worried. The first week was easy because he refused to accept that Monroe wouldn't return to them. This evening, he met Stephens' eyes and saw the same trepidation on the older man's face.
Running with Angel each morning after a round of s*x and spending time each evening in the playroom helped him fall into an exhausted sleep at night. But... the days were becoming unbearably long.
A little after one in the morning, his eyes instantly opened at a short chirp from his cell. One hand went to his gun while he read the message on the screen.
He's here. I need your help. Come to the garage.
Stephens' apartment was over the garage, but Zach wasn't leaving Angel without being sure. He pulled on pants, walked into the
