Chapter 2
“Well, if it ain’t hopalong.”
Sam froze, hands out, reaching for the glasses the bartender set on the bar. The voice needed no introduction. Andrew Hellman and not far behind would be…
“Sshhh. Not here,” hissed Dylon Woodcock.
Hellman and Woodcock. Would be a comedy duo or an evil twin convention if not so sad. The two men were the bane of many a rookie. For Sam, as he moved up the ranks, he’d suffered their comments along with everyone. When his career ended with his backside stuck in a desk job after an on-the-job injury to his leg, he’d earned grudging respect from Woodcock, but Hellman never got off his case. Not even now, with Sam no longer an officer.
“Sammy boy knows I mean nothing by it. Stating nothing but the facts.”
Nothing but the facts, eh? Sam picked up both g
