Chapter Two
Harold pulled up in front of the Lee residence just ahead of Marcus. It was a two-story home with a circular driveway, and several people stood watching on the road and in the yards of the surrounding houses. He could hear yelling through the open door, and there was PJ.
He was a big man, maybe six foot five, he thought, and likely more than three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He wore blue jeans and a faded maroon shirt, and with his beard, he resembled a mountain man, the kind of man Marcus knew wasn’t about to go quietly. Once he made his mind up about something, he wouldn’t go down without a fight.
“PJ, step back now!” Harold called out ahead of him.
Marcus started up the walkway at a run. He could see a terrified Belinda standing behind her plump mother, who was looki
