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“Good show,”
he remarked.
    Kevin smiled back so hard Cassidy
thought his face would crack. But wait, Cassidy had watched Firefly, she'd done
her time. Hadn't she gained a little of her son's esteem? Shouldn’t she be on
the receiving end of smiles like that?
    She wondered how many seasons of Battlestar there were and if she could start watching
tonight? She wanted to join in this conversation.
    “All five
seasons?” Kevin asked John, answering her
first question.
    “Of course,” the preacher replied. “And the old episodes too with Lorne Greene.”
    Now she knew. Even if she started
watching in the next five minutes it would take her at least two months to get
through the entire show. Firefly was much easier, to the dismay of sci-fi fans everywhere, all they made was one season.
    Damn...she was upset. John was
getting much further with Kevin-bonding in two minutes, than she ever had. Curse
the man, the kid was still smiling at him. This just wasn't fair.
    “Who’s your favorite character?” Kevin folded his arms over his chest and shifted on his heels. Even
though John had him at hello, Kevin could compete with the best interrogator the
LAPD had to offer.
    Cassidy held her breath waiting to
see if John would pass the test.
    “Kara Starbuck,” John replied not
intimidated at all.
    During this back and forth Bret Bodner’s head snapped between the boy and the preacher. He
asked, “Is this the kind of thing a man of the cloth should be watching?”
    John laughed uncomfortably. “Probably
not,” he replied. “But the show has lots of religious overtones.” He rubbed his
neck.
    “Well, stick to your purpose here,”
Bret advised as he started to walk away, then he stopped and pointed at
Cassidy. He suggested to John, “Say a prayer for her.”
    “Certainly,” John replied with a
wink at Cassidy. “I’ll ask the Good Lord to keep her on the bull.” He smiled sheepishly
at Bodner as the man walked away again.
    “What the hell are you doing here
dressed like that?” Cassidy whispered at John once Bret was out of ear shot and
Kevin was looking at his laptop. John was so far outside his undercover comfort
zone it hurt to look at him. But Bret turned back to them before the undercover
cop had a chance to explain. “Preacher man,” he said, his cell phone in his ear. “Monty Harper just fell off his bull. He’s
unconscious and on the way to the hospital. I want you to go there and say a
prayer with his wife.”

 
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    Most nights John Risk couldn’t
sleep. Cassidy Cooper had done that to him after she left L.A. Probably it was
her advice about needing to look deep inside himself and find his humanity that had him lying in bed and staring at the ceiling.
Jesus H. Christ he knew she had been mad at him when he chose to sacrifice that
girl to porno for the greater good of getting the gun runner. He didn’t know
she was mad enough to expose his cover, get him shot and walk out of his life
leaving no forwarding address. She also changed her cell number and stayed off
the Internet.
    After she betrayed him and
disappeared, there was a hurt in his heart so deep he knew it’d never go away.
To ease the pain he told himself she was a traitor, turncoat and any other word
he could come up with to describe what she’d done to him, but it didn’t help. As
a last resort, he took heart burn medication but that didn’t do anything either.
    God damn it, it was his job to
capture Lewis Trigger, break up the gang and bring all those lowlifes to
justice. No matter who got in the way he had to do his job. He rolled his
shoulders as he crossed the street and hiked up the steps of the hamburger joint
across from the hotel. Now he had a different undercover job and he needed to
do it just as well, except this one didn’t come to him as naturally.
    In his hands he held fliers
advertising his service on Sunday. He only had three people attend the service
last Sunday. If he wanted to appear legitimate he had to