JudgementsChapter 66
Marcus felt, all things considered, amazingly good. He was tired, his legs ached, his arm itched like crazy, his eyes were dry and heavy, but life was good. Connor was where he belonged — or would be when the hospital released him, and the police took custody. Hope was safe, and Shawna was waiting for him at home. He sprang up the steps to the flat, heavy bass from his iPod flattening his eardrums soothingly, and keyed open the door, slinging his bag on the couch. The scent in the air was...