I want a word," said Daniel King, his hands on his hips as he spoke heavily, then turned away without waiting for an acknowledgment. Luke took a deep breath and held it as he threw his gear into the wide open mouth of his bag, thinking this was it. He'd been waiting for this little talk for a day and a half now, since the moment he'd walked out of Felicity's house and seen his smashed-in windscreen. Even if the man hadn't recognized the car as his, a person could do plenty with a license plate number and there was nothing like handing out season tickets to get favors done around town. He'd been certain Daniel King would learn who had parked outside Felicity's house. The man she had called her lover. So yeah, this was unwelcome but hardly a surprise. He still hadn't decided how he was going to handle it though. He'd like to plow his fist through Daniel King's face for everything he'd done to Felicity, but he sure as hell didn't want to be forced to leave her behind as he transferred.
