Rome sprinted around the edge of the boat, the fury inside blinding him to everything else except for catching up to Tim and making sure he paid for what he’d just done. He grabbed ahold of Tim’s arm, shoving off one of the men who was escorting him away from the scene, away from where Mark’s bleeding body still lay.
“Come back, Tim Bolt! Come back and see what you’ve done! Mark Hutio’s body still hovers just above us, and yet you walk away!”
Tim turned and looked at Rome, a vacant look in his eyes at first, and then Rome saw the same anger that had brought out the gun earlier raging in those orbs, but the weapon was gone now. Rome wouldn’t need a gun to end him.
“One of us is going to join Mark, right now!” Rome spat as he launched himself at Tim, grabbing hold of his neck.
“Get off of me, you wretched little boy!” Tim shouted, doing his best to push Rome away. “It’s your fault! If he wasn’t your friend, he would’ve never come after me to begin with.”
