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

because sometimes people get tired of saving men who confuse skill with permission.”

That landed precisely where it needed to. Hayes looked away first.

Rodriguez looked at me like the answer might still change if he stared hard enough. It didn’t.

Outside, headlights from a black SUV cut white across the front windows. Doors opened. Nobody in the bar spoke,continue reading …