Chapter 24
Josh slowly made his way up the walkway, relieved that the only light in the house was the lamp in the living room. Sheri always left it on when she went to bed before he came home. After the night he’d had, he had dreaded coming home and having her ask a hundred questions about what had happened.
He knew she’d be asking because she cared, but he was exhausted, frustrated, and in pain. He didn’t have the patience for her fawning or waterworks.
He’d taken a .38 caliber slug to his upper thigh three years ago during a routine search that had turned into a shootout. That had been the only time before last night Josh had fired his weapon. But that time he’d been on the mark, striking one of their attackers in the neck. Sheri had been in hysterics when she’d arrived at the hospita
