Suddenly my phone buzzed in the kitchen.

Dwayne said, "That's weird, that's Clarissa's phone."

"Shit, she isn't here, is she?" my dad gasped.

A moment later Dwayne reported, "Her purse is here."

"Shit," my dad repeated, clearly frantic.

Dwayne's tone suddenly shifted and he said, "Guys, it's time to leave! That was a text and my fiancée is on her way home."

"Shit, shit, shit," my father cursed.

"Guys, head for home, and do it NOW!" Dwayne ordered, even as I was curious what my text said. It was likely from Amy.

"What about the whore?" someone asked.

"I'll deal with her," Dwayne said.

"You sure?" Mike asked.

"Yes, now...