He Poured Beer Down My Jacket And Demanded My Call Sign Until He Realized Who I Really Was

receive it, and the only question left is who they hand it to next.

I looked back at Brooks.

“Formally,” I said.

Rodriguez’s head snapped toward me.

“Come on,” he said. “Seriously?”

I held his eyes until he understood that the question had already been answered and the answer was not going to change.

“Yes,” I said.

The word was small. It still took the room continue reading …