Chapter 5
Marcus was exhausted. He stood in front of his microwave, watching a TV dinner he’d fished out of the bottom of his deep freeze spin in circles. Looking at the food made his stomach churn, but he couldn’t bring himself to cook an actual dinner.
He looked down at his bare chest and touched the massive bruise tenderly. It looked bad, and it was painful, but he knew that the black and blue bruise that covered his entire chest would be completely gone in a few short days. He took a deep breath and winced; even that hurt.
He’d come home after leaving Haven, the windows rolled down and his adrenaline ebbing, to find that Teddy Cooper hadn’t pick up Lester Hayes’s crashed car from the night before. He dialed him, was told that Cooper would get to it when he had the chance, and t
