Time to the face the music,

the only one who wanted to be free. Surprise, surprise. CHAPTER

and Billy rolled in. “Thought you might like some wake-up.” Bingo,

Isaac Rothe, Matthias

husband and my family and the better half of WriterDog. Prologue

All around, grown men were getting out of cars and shoving at each other like fifteen-year-olds, the bunch of juiced-up, armchair quarterbacks ready to peanut-gallery it up: The closest they were going to get to the octagon was standing on the outside of the chicken wire looking in.