Worse, a yapping little fat kid wouldn't shut up beside him. If the timing weren't so rotten, Eric swore he'd make sure that chubby pest didn't see tomorrow's sun.
"Is that your wife in there?" the kid asked.
"Did she cheat on you?"
"You know the guy she's with, don't you?"
"Man, your head's practically glowing green!"
Shut up, you little moron… Eric's veins bulged, his temper on a hair-trigger.
"No surprise there—he's the protagonist," Alex said from the driver's seat, one hand tapping the wheel in a lazy rhythm, the other guiding Sera's head up and down. "Kills an old man in front of a crowd, and a few days later, he's back on the streets."
How Eric got sprung from the police station—or how he dodged the Wade family's wrath—didn't interest Alex much. Probably some strings pulled by those three masters of his. If he had to guess, the Dawson Family was behind it.
