He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

you?” he asked.

Jake answered before I could.

“Beer first,” he said, setting down the glass with quiet deliberateness. “Then his hand.”

Rodriguez straightened like posture could save him. It was the instinct of a man who had learned that looking confident was close enough to being confident that most people couldn’t tell the difference.

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