Hollowed Out

“My cousin of course.  But your case is special.  I had to provide you with something.  You were so dead inside.  I couldn’t find any reason for your existence.  So I tossed you a bone.”

Tyler tossed him the cell phone.

Moved closer toward him with the .22 Remington that had haunted his dreams so many times before aimed at his testicles.

“If you can talk, you can save yourself.  I’m out.  And as far as my cousin, she is not my cousin.  Her name is Sarah Porter and her father’s name was Bill.  She’s dealing with her MS.  In fact so well you couldn’t even tell.”

He rose up.

“Have a nice life, Agent Roberson.”

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