Chapter 53

“Hey,” Nathan said, digging into the pocket of his pants and clutching the small, hot object he found there.

“Brought dinner.” Fury held up one of the brown paper sacks that Vicky the preacher’s wife favored.

“Do I smell burritos?”

“Yeah.” Fury grinned, pushing off the wall. He bent to pick up the duffel bag that went with him everywhere, and followed Nathan to the door.

“Got something for you.” Nathan pulled the key out of his pocket and presented it to Fury, who frowned.

“Your key?” Fury asked.

“Naw, the neighbor’s. Figure we can break in and use their big screen when they’re at work. Fuck in their shower. You know.”

Fury huffed a laugh. Nathan had learned that Fury liked being teased, so long as it had nothing to do with him hurting people or with his intelligence.

“Thank you,” Fury said, carefully enunciating the words. He slid the key into the lock.