CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
From astride his Kawasaki Ninja, Franklin watched his old crew flock up the driveway to park outside the station. Whether rostered on or not, each arrived early in full uniform and went in separately. None of the jostling or bantering that usually accompanied a briefing of the full team. Not that Lunny had called many over the years he’d been in charge.
Franklin waited until they were all there, then he rode up to park behind Slam’s car. He drew off his helmet and left it on the Ninja’s seat. Before he hiked the front stairs, he took several breaths, his exhales puffy clouds in the biting chill, and asked himself if he was sure. There would be no going back.
A grim internal voice said, There is no going back. He covered the stairs two at once, slipped through the fro
