Inez could tell it was taking every bit of self-control Marcus had not to punch the smug expression from Harrison’s face. It was obvious, from the tension lining his jaw, to the strain of his skin over fisted hands as he paced the back of the room. Good thing I have Kendall and Quentin here to keep him in check, she thought, as she took a seat in the chair beside Harrison’s hospital bed. They’d had as close to a knock-down-drag-out fight as they could without actually exchanging blows, over which of them would be the one to ask the questions. To Inez, she was the obvious choice. She was the only person there with no vendetta, the only one who could possibly be neutral in all of this. Kendall was a close second, but he had a personal beef with Terry King. Sure, there was the whole an enemy of my enemy is a friend thing, but at this point, with so much confusion happening, who really knew which was which? Which brought her to the man in front of her.
