Chapter 2
“Hey, Richard!” Richard jumped as someone snapped their fingers in front of his face, inches away from his nose. “Hey, buddy! Are you still with us or are you off in la-la land again?”
“You what?”
Richard swatted the hand away, almost dropping his beer. He rescued the bottle before it bounced off the wooden flooring and rested it on the ground beside his chair. Then he looked up to glare at Marcus Brady, who was sitting beside him with an amused smirk.
“Don’t do that, Marcus.”
“I just wanted to make sure you were still with us.”
“Just about.” Richard muttered. He stretched himself out, fighting back a yawn and failing to keep it contained. “Sorry. I’ve got other things on my mind.”
It was later in the day. The sun had long since gone and it was dark. The stars were out, as
