Chapter 1

Beep beep beep beep

I groaned as I hit the snooze button on my alarm clock. Swinging my feet over the side of my bed I made my way to the bathroom.

“Ok, David, time for another day in paradise ... at least it’s Friday,” I murmured before splashing some cold water on my face to help me wake up. Glancing back up at the mirror, I absently traced my finger around the scarring that marred about a quarter of my face. A habit that I developed when the flesh was still healing. Some scars can look cool, like the ones from cuts. Burn scars, on the other hand, never look cool ... The pocked skin started just under my left eye and made its way to my chin, spanning the entire width from my ear over to, and encompassing part of my nose. I didn’t linger for long though. I’d had a couple decades to accept my face for what it was. I ran a comb through my short dark hair a couple times, if only to get rid of the cowlicks, and made a mental note that it was time for a haircut.

I got dressed and pulled my carry revolver from the my nightstand drawer and looked at it appraisingly. Deciding that I felt like going to the bar after work I put it back in it’s safe. Grabbing a cold brew coffee from the fridge I walked out the door to my duplex and into the cool, early spring morning air.