Chapter Sixteen
Marcus’s cell phone was ringing again, but he ignored it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had such a dark cloud hanging heavy over him, having him snapping at everyone.
He parked in front of a pawn shop in the center of town and took in the car parked next to him, which looked an awful lot like Harold’s Kia. He stepped out of his sheriff’s cruiser and spotted Harold’s cruiser parked on the other side of the Kia. He was already shaking his head, seeing the baby car seat and the diaper bag.
“f**k!”
The breath he pulled in did nothing to cool the fire in his belly, which had him wanting to yell and wring his sister’s neck. She was really stepping into his business, and he wasn’t going to stand for it.
He pulled off his shades and tucked them in his shirtfront befo
