"Mr. Lowe..." the driver started to exin.

    Drake cut him off with a kick. "This is trespassing. Do you have a death wish?"

    "Mr. Lowe, this wasn''t my idea. It was Mr. Houston..." the driver sobbed.

    He''d never driven a tractor before, and he just happened to be nearby.

    A momentter, Drake heard a car engine pulling up. He pushed past the driver and saw Marion stepping out of the car.

    Marion grabbed a sledgehammer from the trunk, and Drake''s face darkened.

    "Marion, stop!"

    "Why? I''m here to fix your door. Saving you money. Isn''t that great?"

    Marion headed straight to the door.

    Drake quickly pulled out his phone, warning, "You touch that door, and I''m calling Debra."

    He might not be able to handle Marion, but someone else could.

    Sure enough, Marion paused and turned around.

    Drake scoffed, "Got ya! Listen up. If you''re gonna fix the door, do it right.

    Otherwise, I''ll make Debra pay for it."

    Marion tossed the sledgehammer to the tractor driver. "You do it."

    "Me?" The guy pointed at himself, his face paling once more.

    He was just a bodyguard happening to be nearby. He hadn''t expected to be roped in such a mess.

    If he knocked down that door, Drake

    tely go after him

    until

    could no longer stay in this city.

    t belongs to swea

    But he couldn''t defy Marion''s orders

    either.

    up

    haking his head, he p

    d sledgehammer and he

    to the door. Content belon

    Drake shot him a re, and he stiffened.

    Just then, another car roared into view. Kale opened the car door, and Debra stepped out.

    She looked around the yard beforeying her eyes on Marion.

    "Marion, I heard you took someone''s car," she said.

    Marion nced at Kale, who was trying to act casual beside Drake but sweating bullets.

    Debra walked over and handed Drake a credit card. "Take it and fix your door."

    She then snatched the

    sledgehammer from the bodyguard. Marion, worried the heavy hammer might strain the wound on her

    shoulder, quickly took it from her.

    "Let me carry it," he said.

    Debra lowered her voice. "See if you''ll dare pull something like this again."

    "I won''t." Marion hung his head like a scolded schoolboy.

    Drake chimed in, "Keep this guy in check, Debra."

    Debra shot back, "Why? He''s thoughtful enough toe fix your door."