Chapter Fifteen
The sound of Weis banging out his door released a surge of energy within me. I pounded down the alley away from my car, with him screeching in my trail.
When does a Marine run from a fight? When she’s on probation and in anger management therapy. So, don’t get me wrong. Frankly, I ran because I feared breaking Weis’ neck accidentally if we’d engaged.
I hadn't come with the intent to fight the guy. The last thing I needed was an assault and battery charge on top of everything else.
Rounding the corner, I scanned the street and bolted into a convenience store three doors down. From behind a shelf of chips and cookies, I peered through the plate glass front. Weis came into view and I ducked. Felt my back twinge. Great.
Bending low to avoid Weis’ sight, I ignored the ache
