Chapter 13

But it was.

And it got worse when somebody started pounding on the front door.

Gideon peeked at the clock. Nine-ten. It could be anyone.

He rolled over. Anyone could just go fuck themselves then. He needed some sleep.

The pounding continued. If anything, it got worse. Whoever it was, was not going away.

With a groan, Gideon sat up and grabbed his pants. The only person guaranteed not to get maimed when he answered the door was Derek. Derek would only come over if it was deadly important. Of course, Derek would also call first, which meant that someone was going to see the not-so-sunny side of Gideon.

Gideon carefully opened the front door and nearly burst into flames when it was kicked out of his grip and Michelle stormed in.

“Why the fuck did you drag Foster into this? How fucking stupid are you?”