Past and present no longer held any meaning for him. He needed to put his gun back in the holster. No, he had to call his son and give him s**t for being out so late.
He wondered why all these people were standing around him and what they were saying. All he could hear was ringing. Why am I lying here on the ground? I just want to go home to sleep.
The crowd parted, and Mike saw a uniformed police officer standing over him. At first, the officer just seemed to be staring down at him, and then he saw the officer’s mouth open really wide as if shouting, but he didn’t hear anything. Then he saw the officer panicking and realized he knew the man: It was Preston McAfee.
He tried to open his mouth to tell McAfee that everything was okay, but he couldn’t move his jaw. And then lots of officers
