I may not be your kind of cop, but I am a duly appointed federal marshal. Through these little stories, Harlan for the first time reached out to anaudience beyond his immediate circle of acquaintances and family. It's the dark that doesn't last. Mine was old, almost as old as I could remember.
It must have shown on my face, because he knelt beside the bed, taking my hand in his. It wasn't like Caleb to miss an opportunity to bitch. And why didn't you just kill Jean-Claude then? You don't tolerate ultimatums, Anita, so why tolerate that one? I didn't have an answer for that, or at least not a good one. The combination of my own moral dilemma with the fact that Belle had picked an odd spot for taking blood, one that just didn't make sense to me, was helping me swim to the surface.
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