Chapter 68

Before Nathan knew it, they were struggling again, but Nathan was sick of this. He was done. Some crazy youth-stealing geezer was not about to one-up him. Nathan got in a good kick to Faust’s stomach, scrambled to his feet, hauled Faust up with him, and rushed for the nearest wall, slamming Faust back hard. They were both breathing heavily now, but Nathan could tell that Faust was much more dazed than he was.

“For the record…” Nathan gasped, “Faust gets…redemption…you limp-dick. Not the same thing.” Nathan held Faust with one hand while the other reached into his jacket for where he’d stashed his ankle blade after opening the window.

Faust immediately tried to struggle again, one of his hands grabbing Nathan’s wrist to prevent the knife from coming at him.