The Buyer Derek Chose Was Already On A Watchlist

like a nail.

I didn’t go home.

I drove to Derek’s house.

Not because anybody told me to. Because I knew if I waited till morning, he’d have six hours to rewrite the story for Mom and Dad into something useful for him. He’d make me the cold one. The dramatic one. The brother who chose his job over blood.

His driveway was full.

Two unmarked sedans. His truck.continue reading …