Chapter 3
“Okay, okay. I had a bit too much to drink, I’ll admit it. But I’m sorry and it won’t happen again. Why don’t you just take me home?”
“You’re going to jail, Lester.”
The Bronco was driving down the highway, lights flashing, but just under the speed limit – Marcus was in no rush to get to the jail in the next county over. Charming had a jail, but it wasn’t much. A little more than one cell, a bathroom, and a room big enough for a front desk. It was Marcus’s base of operations, though he avoided it if possible. And since Lester would need to be hauled over to Haven in the next county over anyway, there was no point taking him in to Charming’s jail and then driving him over to Haven later that afternoon.
Maybe once Lester Hayes was in jail, Marcus would go home and get som
