Mike says and takes a pull of the long-neck bottle of his beer, then shifts his gaze from the baseball game on the screen above the bar to me. We’re in the heart of the French Quarter in New Orleans, at some bar on Bourbon Street, having a few beers after a long day of work. I shake my head. I’ve heard this line from my brother at least a dozen times since he and his wife moved here from New York last year. “I’m happy in Seattle. Casey’s happy in Seattle.” “Casey will be happy wherever you’re happy,” Mike replies. “Don’t you want to be close to family?” “I’d be kicking your ass all the time,” I reply. “You’d be begging me to leave in a week.” “You could try, little brother,” Mike says with a smirk. “The force could use you.” I shrug a shoulder and drink my beer. I like working for the Seattle force. I have a dependable partner.
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