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Chapter One

Holt Cunninghalass, and couldn’t help but wonder how the hell he’d gotten there, and if he’d ever feel nor ass and taking na bullets He’d been invincible Undefeatable

And then…he’d been defeated

All it had taken was one well placed IED and baed in an instant He wasn’t a Marine anymore, everyone frouy at Shillings Agency

He had no idea what to do with the rest of his fucking life He couldn’t sleepcold sweat Barely ate The only things that filled the eony were ht stands and booze, but even those had stopped working recently

That wouldn’t stop hih

He was a stubborn ass like that

The door opened, and the cold winter’s night air hit hi Maine,” he muttered

The bartender cao?”

His friend and co-worker at the agency, Gordon Waybrook, had tossed back a drink and then left He’d been down in the dumps over some princess chick that wouldn’t et married was beyond Holt, but to each his own

“He had to go” Holt pushed his glass across the bar “I’ll have another”

The bartender, Mike, tightened his lips “You don’t look so good, o home”

“If I wanted an evaluation, I’d go to a…to a…shrink” He gripped the edge of the bar tightly, angry that the word had eluded hiet me my drink”

Mike jerked the glass away “We ive you an excuse to be a dick Oneyou off”

Holt watched hi his words “I’m sorry,” he whispered to no one, since Mike had already left That was so that was h before speaking What was the point, when nine times out of ten his words still came out all messed up?