In my mind, I’d already written him off. He’d been off duty for months while he healed, and now that he was almost finished with the multiple surgeries and the close observation by the Lucky Thirteen docs, the bureaucracy had decided he had to go home. This part was toughest on military men, in my opinion. I’d watched NSA and CIA and FBI agents and they never were as upset by being sent home as military types were. This job wasn’t just a job. It was a lifestyle, and one that they’d gotten used to. Being sent home was devastating for them, and I really didn’t want to see that in Chris Hardy’s eyes. But there I was, standing in front of Murphy and Addison’s new house. It wasn’t in base housing like Brody and Devyn, but they didn’t have kids to worry about yet. They could afford to blow a little cash on a nice house. My gun rested against my side, inside my leather jacket. Winter in San Diego wasn’t that cold, but that Arctic wind that blew in from the ocean was a little chilly.
What do You think about Dying Commitment (Lucky Thirteen)?
