I tap the photograph with my index finger. “Tim, do you remember this guy?” “Yeah. Mark Hunt. I remember him.” I shake my head. “I’m having a little trouble placing him.” “He was kind of a weird kid.” Tim drops his voice a notch. “Some football players you might have known beat him up bad enough to put him in the hospital once.” And suddenly, it all makes sense. Why Hunt hates Shane so much. Why he’s made it his mission to torture him. That asshole lied to me. And I’m going to make sure he knows that I know what he’s doing.
Gasp
