Right on the other edge of town, just when a vengeance-driven Shawn had dashed off seeking his own kind of justice, an even-tempered Michael made his way out of O’Reilly’s, strolling past the locals who either walked by quietly or conversed with themselves in groups of twos and threes.
As he leisurely walked in a straight direction, he had not a care in the world at that very moment, all his hurt and burdens were gone now.
That had something to do with the liquor in his system, its stinging feel still in his throat and the sharp taste on his tongue.
Hands in his pockets, he strutted about confidently like he owned the town, a devious smile forming on his lips as he took out his phone from one of the pockets of his jeans. Switching it on, the phone’s screen lit up and his eyes browsed th
