Chapter 144

The sound of fists hammering against metal clanged loudly around the yard. Rounding the rear of the lorry, I leaned against the side watching Harper as he laid his forehead against the cool aluminum, his face twisted in pure rage. With a cry of anger, he hit the truck again and whirled round slamming his back against it, his eyes tightly screwed shut. "If you keep doing that, you'll end up with broken fingers," I commented, raising an eyebrow. "And surely hitting Garrick in the face would be more satisfactory than hitting a truck? A truck can't beg you to stop after all?" "And get a gun pressed against my temple? I don't think so." Harper shook his head and turned round, raising a fist to strike out again but I was already at his side, catching his wrist in my grasp. It was never a good idea to get within close proximity when he was this angry, to see that fury all pent up and desperate to be released. I'd seen it often enough. Hell, I'd even experienced it first hand and worn the brui