Her foster father, Larry, was the hard working son-of-a-bitch type with a disdain for suits. A young man —almost a boy, slight, dark, and with his brother’s deep grey eyes—came across the room to her. He did not stagger in the least. And then, for the first time, Wood noticed a small stream of blood coursing slowly down her cheek. She watched the captain tuck the pistol back in his pocket, and perch on the edge of the big desk. Whatever she does is minimized.
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