John Brown’s Body

“Panama City Beach is one of the prettiest and cleanest places in the world,” said the chief. “You bring all this down, we’ll lose that.”

Blackbeard just watched the ramp. “I’ll do my job. You know that.”

“So what am I supposed to do?” said the chief. “You just do your job. Brandon just wants to put away mooks and get on TV. Terry wants to be Superman. Who does the dirty work you got to do to keep things clean for everybody else?”

Blackbeard didn’t answer. Terry pulled back, the car lights outlining Blackbeard and the chief as Terry got out of the car.

“Not my problem, anymore,” said the chief. He pulled out his Glock and started to raise it at Blackbeard.

Terry dropped the coffee and grabbed his gun, the gun hitting one of the cups as the cup fell and his gun came up.

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