CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Bobby
I made my way back to the office, glancing out of the corner of my eye at staff and customers on my way, hoping no one had overheard my conversation with that asshole, Smith. It feels like everyone’s looking at me. Pointing the finger. It’s just like it was forty years ago.
Since then I’d made an effort to be liked in town. Dammit, I was liked. I’d made a good life for myself. Fixed people’s computers for free. Gave generous discounts. Always stopping and chatting with my customers. My hardware shop had donated to and sponsored community events, too many to count. But now, suspicion falls on me, and they’re quick to turn - like a pack of hungry wolves.
Fuck heads!
But they had nothing then, and they have nothing now. I reassured myself with those thoughts and
