I stood. Before I shook his hand, I took note of the build up of calluses on the outer edge of his palm. This was not a guy a smart man wanted to engage in a pissing contest of a handshake. “That’d be me.” I kept the handshake brief and professional. I wondered if the long sleeves were covering the same tattoo Cali had recognized on Doucet. “Ranger, Seal, or Marine Special Forces?”
His eyes narrowed. “Will Rush. I teach phys. ed.”
“Among other things, I imagine. You got ID?”
He reached into a back pocket for his wallet. His driver’s license identified him as William B. Rush...
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