Chapter 8
"Go on, Damon," Blake said. "Tell us everything."
Damon tapped the rim of his glass lightly. "The victim was a drug dealer."
"You were doing drugs?" Reece asked.
"Shut up," Cleo hissed at her husband. "Let him talk."
"No, I wasn't," Damon said. "A very good friend of mine had a habit. He's clean now, but at the time…he was a mess. He couldn't pay his dealer so the dealer came looking for him, demanding money. I was with my friend in the bar at the time, but I was in another room. When I came back, my friend was gone. I found him outside in a fight with his dealer. The dealer had a knife and my friend was unarmed. He's a damn good fighter, but he was high, drunk and his state of mind was…dubious. I'm still not sure if he lunged at the dealer because he was crazy or he just di
