"Where's Lydia?"

"Her little ass better be home in bed if she knows what's good for her. So what're we dealing with here bro?"

My boy Travis answered my call and showed up like I'd asked. I told him to come later in the night while Kat was asleep so she wouldn't stick her nose in my shit.

We stood in the middle of my driveway with two of his boys out of the glare of the streetlight. Anyone seeing us standing there, arms folded, legs spread, would think we were ...