Chapter 38

"Heard you finally found that woman of yours," Mercer grunted.

David's head came up sharply, his obsidian eyes deadly. Mercer sat in a seemingly relaxed pose, his arms resting on his knees, his eyes on the people passing in front of the open doors of the shadowy room they were meeting in. David wasn't fooled by his slumped, easy posture. Daniel Mercer was perhaps the one man he wasn't completely certain he could put a bullet in before he found himself dead, if he chose to take offense and attack. So, he chose words instead of actions.

"You keep both words and thoughts away from my wife, da?" David said, his voice glacial, his eyes even colder.