When Caleb and Heather arrived a few hours later with Joe, David accepted the punch he got to the face.

Heather cried out, rushing toward him.

David looked up, blood spilling from his lip. “Are you done?”

“Not yet.”

Joe raised his fist, but Heather threw herself in front of him. “Hit him again and it’s the last thing you’ll remember.”

“He deserves a hell of a lot more than a punch,” Joe said.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should be knocked around too seeing as the girl was ...