“STOP IT!” TRAN STOOD on the mansion stoop, covering his ears as Winston shot bullets into the air. “Are you mad? You need to be locked up.”
“Still won’t let me see, Dee?” Winston patted his pocket. “I’m shooting every window out this motherfucker. I’m not playing.”
Jonathan tottered out the mansion, smirking. “Ah, Detective Lewis. Never a dull moment when you’re around, is it?”
Winston lowered his arm, huffing and puffing and sweating. “Please lay a hand on me so I have an excuse to shoot you between the eyes.”
“Whoa.” Jonathan grinned. “And, someone gave you a badge and a g*n?” He turned toward the distraught Tran. “What is the world coming to? What will it take for you to leave and never come back?”
“Let my girlfriend go.”
Jonathan inched toward Winston. “Your girlfriend isn’t her
