2:30 am.
It was go time. Devon pushed the covers off slowly, as not to disturb his wife. Beautiful Christie, if only she knew the double life her husband lived. Devon never dreamed he’d be part of something so frowned upon, something so despicable. He threw on dark jeans, the black hoodie, and put on his dark running sneakers- just in case. Most cops would be patrolling the main streets, but he and his “buddies” knew just the right place to meet. Fists shoved in his pockets, Devon walked out of the back door and walked into his second life.