Marlowe
The whole den moved through that final day with a tension I could feel in every corner of the property, King's careful, controlled focus rippling outward into the wider club as word spread that Sable's deadline had shifted, that a decision affecting everyone's safety was closing in fast.
I found Wrench in the garage, needing the familiar comfort of work to keep my hands busy while my mind spun through every possible outcome.
"You're distracted," he said, not looking up from his own project.
"Preacher's missing. Sable's deadline moved up. I don't know what King's going to decide, and I don't know if it's the right call whatever he chooses." I set down the tool I'd been holding, frustration finally overwhelming my attempt at focus. "I hate this. Waiting for someone else's decisio
