Chapter 5
Saul looked up at Storm, almost feeling the fire in his gaze. Before he knew what was happening, Storm reached out and grabbed him up from the barber’s chair and said, “You don’t need a haircut.”
“Hey, wait…” Saul yelled. “You can’t just—”
Without letting him finish, Storm yanked him outside, and threw him so hard against the storefront it shook. “I just found out that a low-down, rotten snake swindled me out of some money, tricked me, and made me look like a fool.”
“What…what does that have to do with me?” Saul said, knowing he’d been found out.
“You tell me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Saul insisted.
“Has anyone ever done that to you, Saul?”
“Well…I’ve had my share—”
“I sent for a mail-order bride but then changed my mind. I had already sent her the tick
