FORSAKEN SON-IN-LAW

CHAPTER TEN

I parked my car in a parking lot, to a rather elegant bar I never thought I would come to. But I had what it took for me to be here. I looked at Joseph and the man looked as bewildered as he could have managed.

He was now dressed in military pants, a black t-shirt and sneakers. It was like I knew such will happen — carrying extra clothes for him.

“What are we doing here? We just survived whatever that was about,” he demanded as he looked at me. “You still have bruises from the beating, and you are going to a bar. Dude,” he added.

But it was the only time I might have with him here. The other times we might be running from whatever was coming my way. The two men that attacked me didn’t want to even know the person who killed my parents. He was that dangerous.

And those two were a problem on their own. Whatever my parents stole from them. And they wanted me to find it when I did not know what it was and where my parents lost the damn thing to.

So, I did get what Joseph was implying. But