ThirteenHis wife was going to be as mad as all get out. And, as John P motored upriver, he decided he didn't care. Because he wasn't going home; least ways, not without putting on armor. He wasn't having any luck getting out of the water at Miller's Landing and, if it held, he wouldn't be surprised if someone else wasn't waiting there now for another ride. He'd fool 'em, and his dear wife too. He'd put off the trip back to his trailer and truck and, instead, tie up at the town marina. Then he'd stroll up the street to Crappy's bar. Late was late and there'd be music to face no matter when he got home, so he might as well strike a blow for liberty first. His mind made up, John turned for the marina.
He didn't know, and never could have guessed, Sergeant Lester Vance was out and about.
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