James' eyes narrowed on the two black men who got out of the truck that pulled up behind his. He sat the shotgun that he was loading carefully down in the open back compartment of his SUV and walked over to meet them. "What the hell is he doing here?" he asked, pointing to the younger of the two.
"Nice to see you too, James," Michael snorted. "Been awhile, hasn't it?"
"Since you went to the academy, at least, what, a few years ago?" James glared at him and Michael just chuckled.
"I brought him here, son," Gurley said, stepping between the two of them before James did something stupid, like throw a punch. "He needs to know,"
James now turned his glare towards Gurley. "Glad to know that you're such a glowing example of parenting," he said dryly as he turned back to his vehicle.
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