"Let the anger run its course," Aaron said. "He'll talk to you tomorrow."
Derek didn't look like he believed it, but he packed up his gear and headed home anyway. So when he woke in the middle of the night to find Spencer standing over his bed, Glock in hand, blank fury in his eyes, he thought Aaron was right about the course but wrong about its destination.
Derek smiled and said, "What up, pretty boy?"
Spencer didn't even blink before he fired.
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