Mercy spoke into her iPhone after leaving Marc’s. “What can I do for you?” “Find out when Marc’s next race is.” “If you’re having any thoughts of going to it, I’m not going to help you.” “I’ll pay you triple your fee. Find out when.” “Mercy,” James sighed. “Triple your fee for finding that one thing out. I’m a big girl, I can handle myself.” “Okay, okay. But just please, be careful.” “Always. Let me know as soon as you find out.” “I’ll call you.” “Thanks.” Mercy hung up the phone. Marc was a paradox. He acted like he cared, sure as hell held her like he cared, but then kicked her out. KICKED HER OUT. She was torn between hating this man and…having feeling. How wrong was it for her to have any feeling for a fucking DRUG DEALER? She needed to get a grip. Mercy took a deep breath and headed back to Bellview. The trip hadn’t yielded any information, all it had produced was a lot of tears. She was going to find the man who hit her though, she didn’t care what Marc thought, or what she promised to him. He didn’t care, not really, and neither did she.
