“Hi, Lynn,” I said to my other neighbor as I opened the door. Lynn was a good guy. He looked like a harmless man, but I saw the way he watched things. He moved and acted exactly like Tunnel had when we’d go out to eat, or run to the supermarket. Always watchful. He could see a weapon on someone from yards away. Hell, I wasn’t even sure how Tunnel had known some of the things he’d known. He hadn’t worked in law enforcement for long before he’d passed. A half a year at most once he’d graduated, but that was enough to get a whole lot of experience. It was like cop years aged like dog years. It
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