Chapter 57

Instead of barging into the middle of the fight, an idea sparked Mason’s brain. He remained where he was and yelled out, “Police.”

The five guys whose attention he’d tried to gain all stopped mid-swing, letting their piece of meat fall to the ground, then they took off. Mason moved quickly. He made it to Noah in a matter of seconds. But before Mason could assess any of the damage, Noah got on his feet, fists in the air, swinging at Mason. Mason, defending himself, called out to Noah. Acting as if they were strangers, Noah never slowed at the sound of his name.