Chapter 13

“How about I keep it, and meet you,” Rob said. “I promise I’ll lay low until then, but if they do show their ugly faces…”

“Robin,” Darren growled.

“Now it’s Robin, huh?” Rob scowled. “Okay. Here you go.” He gave the knife to Darren. “But if someone finds my dead body, it’s on your head.”

“You’re too smart to let that happen,” Darren told him, pocketing the knife.

Rob shrugged as he got up. “Maybe. See you then.” He walked off, squaring his shoulders before going into a nearby alley.

“If you don’t show up, I’m killing you myself,” Darren muttered under his breath before returning to the car.

“Problems?” Zack asked.

“No. At least I hope not.”

Zack smirked knowingly. “Twenty-to-one says he’s a special case, as far as you’re concerned.”

“Yeah, he is. He’s a vet who deserved a good life when he got out and got shafted instead.”

“And you’re bound and determined to change that.”

Darren nodded. “I’m trying to.”