“Friendlies?” “Yeah,” I said. He heaved a breath. Then set his jaw, nodded, and said, “Got it.” “Good man,” I said. “You’re handling this well.” “I am not,” Bradley said without slowing his steps. “I am not.” “Then you are freaking out in the most useful way possible,” I said. “Keep it up.”
Detective Bradley of internal affairs coming to face the suprnatural in the middle of the war.
