He waited until it went silent and then he turned to face Mark. He was smiling at him, smugly, like a car salesman about to close a deal on an unsellable car. “Come on, Graham. Let me go.” Red heat descended upon Gray. His vision blurred. His body shook. He lunged toward Mark with his arms outstretched.
Welp lessened learned mark don’t get arrogant with someone who has a knife….
