Menace
“What's that thing on the side of your neck?" Renegade asks as I duck into the squad car he and I are riding in today.
“What?" I pull the sun visor down and push back the plastic piece to look in the mirror. Son of a b***h, I got a hickey last night when Karina attacked my neck. “Must have cut myself shaving," I lie, knowing damn good and well I have a beard right now.
“Riiiigghhhtttt." He starts the car. As we pull out of the parking lot, I can feel his eyes on me.
“What, kid?"
“Don't give me that kid bullshit." He laughs as we drive up Main Street. “I have a wife, I have plenty of s*x, and I know exactly what a hickey looks like. I've just never seen you with one before, so it's kind of weirding me out."
“Weirding you out?"
Renegade sighs. “I've always kind of seen you as a
