JUNE THIRD
We sat in traffic, waiting for the light to turn green. Anxious as I was, I could feel Duncan's eyes on me. I wanted the ride to end. Then, his hand gently extended toward mine, but my reflexive response made me pull away, shifting closer to the car door.
"June, let's not do this. You—" his voice trailed off. I found myself lost in thought, my gaze drawn to the blood staining his knuckles.
He had struck that man with an intensity that seemed more like he was hitting an object than a human being. Then he proceeded to dunk him in the pool, depriving him of air. The expression on his face was even more unsettling than when he disarmed someone, worse than when he aimed a gun at another person the other day.
I swallowed, my shaky fingers continuing to button up the black shirt he
