“Sean . . . Gary’s a good man. He’s a good husband to your sister. Now, I know the two of you don’t see eye to eye, but—”
Sean interrupted. “You know, I am so sick and tired of everyone telling me how good of a guy Gary is. I get it! Okay?” He shook his head. “The man spent twelve years down in Illinois, kissing more ass than he kicked. Did you know he’s never even fired a gun?”
Zed sighed and said, “Never fired a gun in the line of duty, Sean. Of course he’s fired a gun before. He’s a trained police officer.”
“Trained at kissing ass, maybe!” Sean barked. “Diana always talks about all the promotions he got. If he’s never even fired a gun before, how else do you think he got them? He comes into this town like a goddamned celebrity and they throw a police chief ’s badge right on him without even asking him a single question!”
“Sean . . .”
“Did you know that he voted for Al Gore?” He glared soberly at his uncle.
Zed winced at Sean’s words, as if he had just stepped on jagged glass. He shook his head. “I did hear that. And I ain’t making any excuses for that. But, Sean, we both know that this isn’t about Gary’s past or his politics . . .”
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