Maxwell gave him a look that made Thomas feel uncomfortable. The kind of look one would give a slime. A look of disgust. “And what can excuse the fact that you are a pathetic excuse for a man? What excuse do you have for not being able to take care of your own s**t? What excuse does a loser like you have for not knowing that his so-called woman is a cokehead?” Maxwell said it with steel in his voice without raising it once.
“What?” Thomas shouted, then looked back at Susan. “What is he talking about?”
“He is…”
“Did I stutter? What kind of sorry excuse for a man would be with a woman for such a long period without knowing that she uses it? Heavily, for that matter.”
“Well, we can’t say that yet, you know,” Ty interfered. “We have to wait for the result and..."
“Spare me the bullshit, T
