Officer Issa turned off his sirens, seeing no need to keep the elderly residents of Golden Sunrise more on edge than they already were. This was his second time there tonight. He was hoping to introduce the beaver to his .45 ACP with hollow-point bullets. The exit wound on a human was bigger than a beaver. If he hit it, it would be reduced to bone shards and gut-paste, spread over the ground like tuna over a slice of a bread. The thought of tuna made him hungry. With his workout routine, he was downright ravenous most of the time.

            He lifted in the morning. He did push-ups, sit-ups, hindu squats, and jumped rope on his lunch break. And then he hit the gym again in the afternoon. If he did chest in the...

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