Less than fifteen minutes after Mark left, Eric showed up, bursting in through the side door like a mad man.
“Where is he?” he asked me.
I stared at him. “Where is who? What are you talking about?”
“I know that f*****g dentist came here. Where is he?”
Before I could even try to get an answer out, Eric shoved me aside and went upstairs. He searched the second-floor bedrooms and bathrooms before turning back to me.
“Is he in the basement? Tell me because I’m heading there next.”
“He’s not here. He left about fifteen minutes ago. How did you even know he was here?”
He ignored my question. “Did you f**k him?”
I didn’t even hesitate in answering. “No.”
Eric said nothing as he approached me. He stood before me for a few uncomfortable seconds before dropping to his knees before me. When
