Red River

It was around midnight when Joe Brewster sat among the emptied walls of what had once been JB’s Cuts. His intention had been some kind of heroic sit-down protest. It was at the same time that Jack Baddock prowled the streets looking for someone to blame. His steady diet of anger had finally broken him and tonight he would take it out on all of them.

Well, that had been the plan. And then he forced his way into JB’s Cuts and it was too late, the mistake had been made and the two men were locked in the personal hell of Jack Baddock, with no way out.