Out in the van, Sarah got in the passenger seat, and Brian took off the jacket before getting in. XXX Brian turned on him, and the anger was back. “How old are you, and what’s your name?” he asked, starting the van. Sarah was standing meekly behind him. She jumped, startled that he knew her name, and then she recognized him, sort of. “I’m Morgan Miller and I’ll be seventeen next July.” she said. “Ain’t my pay scale.”
Just then, Sarah came in. “No, I need it.” she said. “For your sake, I truly hope so. A tenth of that second was spent drawing the gun out of the left holster. Is there a problem?”
“Nope, not a single one.” Joe said, sweating.
