ear, adding softly, “But give me a goddamned reason to shoot you, and I will.  That’s a promise.”

The Sergeant stank of sweat and the faintest trace of alcohol, and Drake turned his face away.

“Mommy?”  The tiny voice came from behind them, and Amanda swung around hurriedly and scooped her son up into her arms from where he lay. 

“It’s okay Jimmy.” She whispered into his ear.  “It’s going to be okay.”

“What happened?” 

“Nothing, baby.”

“Ah, this must be the amazing James.” Van Rooyen beamed, approaching Amanda, who turned her back towards him, putting herself between the man and her son.

“It’s Jimmy.” The boy replied, looking at Van Rooyen over Amanda’s sho...

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