“Reyes,” I said, “is there anything you want to say to Garrett?” Reyes lifted a shoulder. “Sorry I killed you. Repeatedly.” “Garrett,” I said, turning my admonishing attention to the most understanding guy on planet Earth, “is there anything you want to say to Reyes?” Before I could stop him, Garrett dropped the gun into his left hand and swung, his large fist making contact with Reyes’s jaw. The sound was awful, a hard, crunchy sound, and I didn’t know what was hurt worse, Reyes’s jaw or Garrett’s fist. But, being manly men, neither of them gave up the game. Neither showed weakness. They
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