That distant spark was growing brighter. It was so terribly me. Derry just moved up with me, rifle still at the ready. He frowned harder.
He might be a prejudiced, woman-hating, good ol' boy, but he was a cop, too. I held my hand out to him. The hair was soft and warm. I knew that if I asked, you would give me a real answer.
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