Chapter 12
April 24th, 2008
“Kyra’s a player. You ain’t gonna’ change that.”
Gevona and I were talking quietly while we waited out by the Hummer for the Private that was assigned to be our M60 gunner to draw his ammo for convoy escort duty.
I just looked at her and didn’t say anything.
“You wanna be a cop, right?”
I nodded.
“Where you going back to? Ohio, you said?” She leaned back against the vehicle.
“Don’t know...that’s my problem. I want to get out and get on a force somewhere, but I don’t want to go back to fricken’ Zanesville, Ohio.”
“That where your family is?”
“Yeah. And they’re okay...sorta. My mom and I don’t really see eye to eye and...there’s nothing there for me, you know?” I shot her a look. She gave me a slight nod in return.
“I grew up on the west side of Indy. I
