Chapter 392

• It was 3 a.m. and if I kept to the speed limit, I could be home by 6 a.m. I could clean the guns, shower and eat breakfast at my favorite diner. It was the only diner in town but that was neither here nor there, the food was good and the owner intrigued me.
• “Jericho,” Nataly said as I got on my bike. She was five foot six inches with dirty blonde hair and brown eyes, avering a weight of one hundred and forty-three pounds.
• I looked at the hand she had on my arm. “What?” There were no emotions left for her anymore. I didn’t hate her and I was sure now that I had never really loved her. She was comfortable and our life had been comfortable too.