Chapter Twelve
Mark
ANNOYED THAT he even had to deal with this kind of situation, Mark slid behind the wheel of his new SUV. This mess was going to destroy his plans for the day. He’d hoped to sleep in a little and then get in a quick run followed by a late breakfast. He’d expected a light workload where he’d merely have to check email and call his managers, and then he’d hopefully hit the golf course in the afternoon.
The robbery shot all his intentions to hell, and the last place on earth he wanted to be at three o’clock in the f*****g morning was a Speedy Mart.
He pulled into the dark parking lot at three forty-seven, instantly irritated. What was wrong with Phil, closing the store? He should have gotten the information from the police and opened the store back up as soon as possibl
