World of Trouble (The Last Policeman Book, #3)

by Ben H. Winters

An OSHA workplace-safety information sheet is tacked to the lower corner of a billboard, the same sheet we had in Concord that Detective McGully liked to read aloud, dripping with disdain: “Oh, good, some tips on posture. We get frikkin’ shot at for a living!”

The first time we met he shot me in the head with an electric staple gun, but our relationship has evolved in the subsequent months.

“Oh, dear Palace,” he says, and he yawns and stands up. “I’m going to miss you when I’m in heaven and you’re not.”