Mark drove through the darkened streets with his foot heavy on the gas and his eyes scanning for cops. A ticket would only further cut into the little time he had left with Lexy. As it were, he'd spent the night resenting his job, not that he technically needed a job. His grandparents had left him a hefty trust fund that he'd never touched, and his investment portfolio was healthy. But he felt an obligation toward Min Jun. The retired BEXT member had treated him well, and he felt he owed him his loyalty.
He drove with the window down, trying to air out some of the bar smell that followed him into the car. If Lexy and Abi weren't in the house, he'd strip in the garage to prevent the odor from following him into the house. Instead, he pulled into the garage and pulled a spray bottle of odor neutralizer off the shelf and sprayed himself down before darting inside and up to his room. No Mikey.
