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Chapters (95)
  1. Title Page
  2. Copyright
  3. Dedication
  4. Epigraph
  5. One
  6. Two
  7. Three
  8. Four
  9. Five
  10. Six
  11. Seven
  12. Eight
  13. Nine
  14. Ten
  15. Eleven
  16. Twelve
  17. Thirteen
  18. Fourteen
  19. Fifteen
  20. Sixteen
  21. Seventeen
  22. Eighteen
  23. Nineteen
  24. Twenty
  25. Twenty-One
  26. Twenty-Two
  27. Twenty-Three
  28. Twenty-Four
  29. Twenty-Five
  30. Twenty-Six
  31. Twenty-Seven
  32. Twenty-Eight
  33. Twenty-Nine
  34. Thirty
  35. Thirty-One
  36. Thirty-Two
  37. Thirty-Three
  38. Thirty-Four
  39. Thirty-Five
  40. Thirty-Six
  41. Thirty-Seven
  42. Thirty-Eight
  43. Thirty-Nine
  44. Forty
  45. Forty-One
  46. Forty-Two
  47. Forty-Three
  48. Forty-Four
  49. Forty-Five
  50. Forty-Six
  51. Forty-Seven
  52. Forty-Eight
  53. Forty-Nine
  54. Fifty
  55. Fifty-One
  56. Fifty-Two
  57. Fifty-Three
  58. Fifty-Four
  59. Fifty-Five
  60. Fifty-Six
  61. Fifty-Seven
  62. Fifty-Eight
  63. Fifty-Nine
  64. Sixty
  65. Sixty-One
  66. Sixty-Two
  67. Sixty-Three
  68. Sixty-Four
  69. Sixty-Five
  70. Sixty-Six
  71. Sixty-Seven
  72. Sixty-Eight
  73. Sixty-Nine
  74. Seventy
  75. Seventy-One
  76. Seventy-Two
  77. Seventy-Three
  78. Seventy-Four
  79. Seventy-Five
  80. Seventy-Six
  81. Seventy-Seven
  82. Seventy-Eight
  83. Seventy-Nine
  84. Eighty
  85. Eighty-One
  86. Eighty-Two
  87. Eighty-Three
  88. Eighty-Four
  89. Eighty-Five
  90. Eighty-Six
  91. Eighty-Seven
  92. Acknowledgements
  93. About the Author
  94. Also by David Swinson
  95. Thank you for buying this ebook, published by Hachette Digital.

“Do you have hospital pants and a top I can have? I don’t feel comfortable walking out in just my shorts.”

“Of course we do. Let me get you those.”

I give her a smile.

When I’m okayed to leave, we walk out and find Campos outside waiting.

“Where’s your partner?” I ask.

“In the car waiting. Wanted to let you know you’ll probably be called in real soon.”

“So get an attorney?”

“I would.”

“It was self-defense.”

“Looks like it to us, but still. It has to be presented.”

“I understand. And when it’s all done, I’ll get my gun back?”

“You really love that gun, don’t you?” Campos asks.

“We go back.”

“We know it’s registered to you legally, but it still has to go through Firearms.”

“I’ll expect to get it back, then.”

“If there’s no body on it.”

“You can be assured there isn’t.”

I have a .40-caliber Glock at home to keep me safe, so as much as I like the 19, they can take their time.

I convince both Hurley and Millhoff that I can drive, so they drop me off in Old Town, where I parked my car.

“We’ll follow you home,” Millhoff says.

Seventy-Eight

Seventy-Eight

What day is it?

Damn. I don’t even know what day it is.

Couple of Oxys and I’m all loopy. Feeling good, but still loopy. I’m more of an up man, but I enjoy the combination of the two on occasion, especially when I’m hurting.

I look at my phone for the time.

Almost 9:00 a.m.

Did I sleep?

I had to have slept. I don’t remember anything.

No call from Leslie, either. Why should she call? She has to know what happened. It had to have hit the news. Still, why wouldn’t she call? I realize what I did was awful, but I was almost killed. Have I ruined it this bad?

I check out my shoulder. Blood’s seeping through the gauze. I’m supposed to change it, keep it clean. I grab my .40, go downstairs to make coffee. I keep the gun with me wherever I go now, even in the house. Wasn’t like that before all this shit. Now it’s more of a friend than it ever was. I have to remember to pick up my gun from the Alexandria PD when the time comes. It’s an easier conceal-carry, and I’m more accurate with it than with the .40-cal.

After a couple of cups of coffee, I take off the bandaging and replace it with fresh gauze and tape. It’s awkward to do because my hand is still bandaged, but I manage.

Wound is stapled up and looks clean enough, so I don’t need to cleanse it. Damn sore, though.