It’s never a good thing to be in kill mode while stateside. It’s never happened before. I’ve had moments of intense anger, and there were times when I wanted to shoot an idiot or two for being what they are, but always my control would take the upper hand and keep me from going over the line. Not today.
That gut-deep fear I’d felt when I realized Calhoun had her in his sights will probably stay with me for another week or so. But that fear was nothing compared to the ice-cold rage that followed as I made my way to his place. He’d come too close; it was him who’d crossed the line, he who put himself in danger of me.
I’d been willing to let the law handle it, no matter how much the others poopooed the idea. I saw it just Lyon not trusting anything to do with the government since he’s always going on and on about some gripe or the other where they’re concerned. Besides, Mancini’s wife is a Fed, for crying out loud.