Jassy
As I shook Karl's grandfather's hand, I realized for the first time just how crooked a man could be. Honestly, I was surprised that the president of the Fire and Brimstone MC could even walk straight.
“Wow,” I said as I looked around the den, “all these FBI medals are yours?”
Xavier laughed a big belly laugh. Even for a man in his seventies, you could tell he liked to laugh and have a good time. And, from that belly that produced such a great, full laugh, you could tell the man liked his Cajun. Cap it all off with a shock of silver hair and great, big, bushy eyebrows, and you had the perfect picture of a doting grandpappy. “Yep, all mine,” he said, “earned 'em back in my prime, when I was just a little older than my grandson, here.”
I whistled low and gave him a winning smile. “C
