He still looked pale. The two officers were probably still giving each other good-natured shit. Because let's face it: when was the last time I'd wounded anyone that I hadn't meant to kill? Wounding was an accident for me. Underneath all those smiles and mild manners was a temper.
If the woman and Maury came out now, I would be caught like a black speck on a white sheet of paper. They stay in the car. Nurses always know who's good and who's not. He laughed, but not like it was funny.
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