Chapter 10
Nathan started to use his key on his apartment lock, but the knob turned in his hand when he tried it. He stepped inside and found Reverend Hutchinson sitting on the sofa and Hellabeth perched on the chair arm. The reverend wore jeans and a polo shirt. Hellabeth wore a leather vest, matching skintight pants, and boots up to her knees. She stood as Nathan entered, and her dreadlocks swayed.
“Where the f**k you been?” Hellabeth’s question was also an accusation.
“Out,” Nathan replied, for simplicity’s sake. “Where’s—”
“What happened to your hand, son?” the reverend—Matt, Matt was his name—asked.
“It’s nothing.” Nathan put a bloodstained, linen-bandaged fist behind his back. “Where’s Fury? What’s going on?” Nathan saw the bedroom door closed but heard low voices coming from th
