Lerner got out of the car and headed for the front door. “Jamerson, get his kit from the trunk and meet us inside.”
I took my time getting out of the car.
I paused to zip up the jacket of the tracksuit I’d been issued at the air base in Turkey, and then I leaned back inside the car and picked up the cane from the back seat. All the while, I was keeping an eye on Jamerson. He grabbed the duffel bag given to me on the flight over from Turkey, and, when he closed the trunk, our eyes met.
He motioned toward the front entrance with a slight nod of his head. “After you, sir.”
I was almost six feet tall, and he was about my height, but, unlike me, he had a beefy body. I wondered how many hours he spent in the gym each day.
I hadn't seen the inside of a gym for years.
I hobbled toward the door, thankful Jamerson hadn’t offered to help me.
In fact, if he had, I might have marshaled whatever strength I had left and slugged him.
Pride was a great energizer for me.
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