“What the hell is this, Scott? What have you done?” If Lyon hadn’t warned me ahead of time, I would’ve been out of my mind, but since I’d been forewarned, I had time to practice and still come across as pissed and just a little bit scared. What I was, was beyond repulsed and, yes, pissed way the fuck off.

I could barely look him in the eye without sneering the whole time we sat there on the deck of his home. “Listen, it was a good deal; I figured you wouldn’t mind.” No, ...