Monday, January 26 Feeling like I might crawl out of my skin, I pace the reception area of EM Security Management. Thank fuck I am finally home. The last two weeks I’ve spent in Speck-on-a-Map, Texas, have been fourteen days too many. The good news: Our mission there is over. Sawyer’s wedding to Shealyn West has gone off mostly without a hitch and the creepy-as-fuck cult down the road has been shut down in a hail of yeehaw and gunfire. The bad news: My wholly dependable fellow operator, Levi Cross, has fallen for Shealyn’s sister, Maggie, gotten the girl, and decided to stay behind. Now the organization has a new guy to break in, the fucking small-town deputy from Maggie’s hometown. I snort. In a team full of SEALs, Green Berets, and other elite warriors, I don’t see this Rosco P. Coltrane working out. Yeah, Kane Preston has some military experience and he’s seemed all right, but c’mon… At least the hazing will be fun. But the worst news: I am going through withdrawals because I
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