Though he was the supe of the CAPs unit, he was at least Sean wasĭrinking Lite beer that night, but he was young. Times that most people never see even once. Think that maybe they've seen too many things too many When they're taking it straight like that, I always
I'm always interested in what cops drink. A hatchet face that always seemed red the times I Voice slowly cured over the years by cigarette smoke and Wexler was built like a small bull, powerful but squat. To be a close friend to get away with that. Way and call him Scrotum, but my guess is that you have I know one down in Colorado Springs named Scoto The names aren't complimentary but the cops don't complain. Had met him a few months earlier when I stopped into the I recognized the thousand-yard stare I had seen in the eyes of fresh widows I had
From the backseat of their car IĬould see my eyes in the rearview mirror, flashing each I moved as if underwater-backĪnd forth, back and forth-and looked out at the rest of the When the two detectivesĬame for me and told me about Sean, a cold numbness Don't let it breatheīut my rule didn't protect me. I'veĪlways thought the secret of dealing with death was to It with the passion and precision of an undertaker-somber and sympathetic about it when I'm with theīereaved, a skilled craftsman with it when I'm alone.
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