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thoughts.
    “When do these incidents take place?” David asked.
    “When you work late. Monday’s and Wednesdays. Around 4:00.” She grabbed his hand.
    “Make him stop. Please. I love only you.”
    David stroked her face. “I will tend to it.”
    She clutched at him. “Promise me!”
    “I said I would,” David said and turned to go, but she pushed herself into his arms, rubbing him until he’d grown hard enough to want her.
    The following day, Daisy pretended to be ill and tricked Scott into bringing tea into her bedroom. When David found her and Scott together, he didn’t bother to ask questions. All he saw was red. He grabbed his son and slugged him, nearly breaking his jaw. Scott tried, but couldn’t reason with him. He’d realized what Daisy had done, but there was nothing he could do. The terrible look on his father’s face would haunt him forever. What was worse, David Langley never spoke to his son again.
    Scott decided to let Angel stew in jail a little while longer until the Old Man ended the meeting. He did it out of anger and convenience, not because he thought she’d learn anything from it.
    When he finally arrived at the police station nearly three hours later and secured her release, Angel was furious. He could see it on her face. If she narrowed her eyes any more, they’d disappear, altogether. Neither of them spoke until they were in the car.
    “What took you so long?” Angel said, her pointed jaw set.
    “Your timing was off, princess. I was in the middle of an important meeting.”
    “This place ain’t no palatial palace, ya know.”
    “You don’t seem to get enough of it, though,” he fired back at her.
    “I got bad luck.”
    “Not luck, habit. I’m getting you into rehab. It’s time you cleaned up your act.”
    “Why? So you can get rid of me?”
    “I don’t want to get rid of you. I want to see you straighten out and clean up your act.”
    “Yeah, tell that to the judge. You hate me.”
    “It’s not you that I hate, but the way you live, what you’re doing to yourself.”
    “Why should you care? They didn’t.”
    “Do it for yourself.”
    Angel made a face. Opening her purse, she took out a cigarette.
    “Don’t light that in the car.”
    Angel slid the cigarette back into the pack. “When are you going to let me run my own life?”
    “You want to ruin it, not run it. You’re making self-destruction an art form.”
    “I’m getting pretty tired of all your sanctimonious lecturing.”
    “So why don’t you take my advice, Angel and get clean?”
    “I’m not going into rehab.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
    “You need help.”
    “I don’t need anybody’s help—especially yours!”
    “Damn it, Angel! Why don’t you get a gun and shoot yourself? It’s quicker.”
    “See, you do hate me. I knew it!” She screamed at him.
    “I don’t. I just don’t know what to do with you. You wear me out.” Scott told her.
    “Well, if I split you won’t have to worry then, will you?” she said, opening the door as they came to a red light.
    “Angel, don’t go!” Scott exclaimed, as he reached out to grab her.
    But she was too quick and his protest fell on deaf ears. By the time he pulled to the side of the road to go after her, she had disappeared.
    “Damn!” Scott said aloud, admitting defeat as he got back into the car. “Damn! Damn! Damn!” he shouted, pounding his fists on the steering wheel. This was exactly what he didn’t want to happen.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
     
    John Kalb was definitely not a nice man. He sat with his lawyer across the aisle from his wife and Marnie, yet his unpleasant vibes could still be felt. He did not try to hide his disgust with the divorce proceedings. His thinning black hair was combed straight back making his ears look larger and pointier. But it was his nose that drew one’s attention. It resembled the beak of a bird of prey and his hooded beady, black eyes enhanced that image. Marnie couldn’t help