In walks a man I’ve never seen before in my life.
And, of course, he’s holding a gun in his right hand.
Chapter 33
The man isn’t very big.
But he’s obviously dangerous.
The gun in his hand is scary.
His clothes are too big for his body. There are tattoos on his face.
His eyes though.
They were cold eyes.
They were the kind of eyes that easily screamed to anyone who looked, that this guy is capable of killing.
He loves to kill.
He thrives on killing.
I look at Fay.
He thrives on hurting people.
I know this man is the one who has hurt Fay.
My questions are answered. Sort of.
“Who the fuck is this?”
“This is Jaci,” Fay says. “She used to live here. She was just leaving.”
Fay pushes at my back.
I walk forward and catch myself eagerly ready to leave.
Of course this man steps into my path.
He lifts his gun and smiles at me.
“Running off?”
“Have to get going,” I say.
“Not until I say so,” he says. “Understand?”
“Tocky, let her go,” Fay says.
“Tocky?” I ask. “Like the sound a clock makes?”
I hear Fay gasp.
“Are you a fucking jokester?” Tocky asks me.
“I say dumb things when I get nervous.”