Chapter Ten
From a distance, we both watched as the two men strolled out of the two-story house and walked up to the trunk of the car. The shorter of the men popped open the trunk before lifting it up and pointing inside. The taller black man reached into the trunk, pulling out two guns and a long knife. “That must be the bleach killer right there. That must be him, Captain Wolf was right,” Daniel whispered from the passenger seat.
“That fuckin asshole,” Daniel whispered to himself. “I should kill his ass right now.”
I felt Daniel push his gun up into my armpits as I held onto the steering wheel. I could see the anger and fear in his eyes. Daniel no longer resembled the man I once adored. He was out of control and his temper was volatile. He was now someone else I had never known, or ma
