Logan Beach was just a two hour ride north so it didn't take me long before I was burying one of King's problems in the woods.

Well, parts of his problem.

It felt so good to welcome the devil back, even if just for a short time. I felt so fucking good in fact that I found myself humming as I finished covering the last hole, patting down the dirt with the flat side of a shovel before covering it with brush and branches.

I lit a cigarette.

Pure satisfaction coursed through my veins.

My cell rang.

"Yeah."

"Brotha, you still around?" King boomed through the phone. "I got a situation here I could use your help with."

"Yeah man, what you need?”

"Gotta put the fear of God into some piece of shit."

"Done." I said, flipping my phone shut. I took a deep drag and blew the smoke into the night.

I put the last of the brush I'd gathered on top of the freshly packed dirt. When I stood back I couldn't help but smile.

Life is good.