He couldn’t leave Shania unattended, unprotected.
She would never know, but he was her shadow, her invisible guardian.
Reaching the warehouse, Malik nodded to the guard at the entrance and went inside.
After handing over his shift, he began his duties.
First, he made his rounds, checked the locks, and signed the logbook.
It was a routine that had filled his nights for 7 years.
Hey Johnson, have you heard the news? His partner, the elderly Rufus, asked him when they met in the security room for a short break.
What news? Malik didn’t like small talk, but Rufus was the only person he could call a friend.
Mad Dog’s back in our neighborhood, Rufus said, taking a sip of coffee from his thermos.
He got out of prison last week.
Malik froze.
Mad Dog, Jamal Crooks, the man who had turned his face into a mask of horror.
