Page 2 of The Dirty Saint

A look of confusion makes its way to the Lieutenant’s face.

“I stopped dealing a long time ago, and I no longer strip for married men, so it seems you’re out of luck.”

“Mmm, I don’t think so.”

I release her, and she adjusts her gun so that it’s pointed at my chest.

Look, I don’t blame her for being cautious. Most soldiers are.

But Ezra, I’ve learned, isn’t like most.

“So,” she asks. “If you aren’t here for drugs and sex, then what are you here for?”

“You.”

I answer without a single bit of hesitation.

She smiles and puffs out her chest.

“Me? Seriously?”

I nod.

Ezra shakes her head. “Well tough shit then, Motherfucker because I have work to do. None of which includes you.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure of that.”

She rolls her blue eyes before holstering her gun. “Whatever. I don’t have time for this anyway. I’ve gotta job to get to.”

I smile.

So do I.

And I’m looking right at it.

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Chapter One

After

EZRA

“Tell me what happened, Ezra.”

I clasp my hands in front of me, a tear running down my cheek. “No.”

“Ezra—”

“No,” I repeat, this time not bothering to hide my frustration.

The agent sitting across from me nods, his expression a mixture of sympathy and sadness, sprinkled with a bit of pity.

Even he knows just how broken you really are, Ez.

Agent Todd clears his throat before proceeding with his questions.

“What was Joey Odeh like, Lieutenant?”

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