clipped to his belt.
A reminder of authority he abused even while drunk. I said, “Back off,” Nyla repeated, voice calm but unshakable. She stayed seated, spine straight. Hank leaned in, whiskey breath thick. “Or what, sweetheart? You going to stop me? His bulky frame swallowed their table. Officer Brad Simmons snickered, a low, nasty sound. He moved continue reading …
