Marcus lived three houses down from Jessica. We had been best friends since college. He was a former Marine, currently running his own private contracting business. He was also Noah’s godfather, a man who loved my son like his own flesh and blood.
He answered on the first ring. “Hey, man, aren't you supposed to be in a budget—”
“Marcus, I need you to drop whatever you are doing and run to Jessica’s house right now,” I interrupted, my voice cracking with a terrifying mixture of panic and rage. I swerved into the fast lane, slamming my foot on the accelerator. “Travis is in the house. He beat Noah. Noah is hiding in the closet under the stairs and Travis is tearing the place apart looking for him.”