at kept searching the cemetery, the people near us, and farther away, so he was very obviously aware of the perimeter. I licked the edge of my lip where Steve Brown had belted me and realized that it was healed. Then why? he asked. I called power, or maybe Jean-Claude did, or we both did.
Jean-Claude and I lay on top of each other, too tired to move, and laughed. I drew the Browning, but truthfully without a court order of execution, I was in the same boat as a police officer. I had a sudden image so strong, if I hadn't already been on the floor, it would have put me there. His arms pressed me into the curve and swell of his body, but not so tight as to make me uncomfortable in public.
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