The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

Marcus.”

“Yeah.”

“From this point on, your brother stops being your brother for a few hours. He’s a witness and maybe more than that, depending on how stupid he was.”

I looked through the windshield at my parents’ front windows. Warm yellow light. My mother moving in the kitchen. Derek’s shape crossing the dining room with those big TV-commercial gestures continue reading …