Xander
I took Samantha home and helped her settle down. She had cried herself to sleep and it had taken everything in me not to go after the bastard right then but it was late and I couldn’t leave her. I slept on the couch that night. The next morning, while Sam slept, I did some work around the house; switching out light bulbs, replacing one of the windows…anything to keep my mind and hands busy.
Chunkz trailed me around the house as I went, happy enough to sit at my feet, playing with his toys. When I had exhausted all the minor tasks, I felt restless. So I grabbed the burner phone from my bag and called Luther.
“Xander,” He said, answering after a couple rings. “It’s good to hear from you. I was beginning to worry you hadn’t made it out safely and Richard had gotten to you.”
“Yeah.
