Epilogue
EpilogueThe prognosis was that his infraspinatus would never completely heal; he could expect bouts of pain or numbness and the probability of regaining full movement in his shoulder was bleak. Yet, considering the alternative – the bullet had missed his heart by millimetres – he should be thankful. There was something else he knew he could be thankful for: given his new handicap, the feds would never reach out to him again.
Garrett’s missions were done. He regarded the bouquet of flowers on the passenger seat. He had a beer cooler in the back.
Ramona"s dog was barking up a storm. She appeared on the porch. No shotgun, but the cold demeanour exuded by her crossed arms was enough.
He got out of the truck. "I"ve got you flowers." She met him with silence. If his gaunt appearance
