The Galilee Falls Trilogy (Book 3): Fall of Heroes Read Online Free PDF

favorite band in concert, you need to help her find it and support her on every step of her new path. But she has to want to take those steps to sobriety.”
    “Thank you,” Bennett says sincerely.
    I pick up the menu. “You can thank me by being there for her. She can’t do it alone.”
    “Who can?” he asks, picking up his menu as well.
    The waiter promptly returns and we place our orders, burger and fries for us both. I raise my eyebrow when he orders that. “What?”
    “Nothing, I just…you don’t strike me as a burger and fry kind of guy.”
    “What sort of guy do I strike you as?” he asks, amused already.
    “You know. Fine food, fine wine, fine honeys. You are part of the Silver Spoon Brigade.”
    “What, Pendergast and Ambrose never ate with just tin silverware?”
    “Not until I broadened their horizons and brought them into the muck with us mere mortals.”
    “And if I want to wrestle in the mud with you too?”
    I hold up my engagement ring. “Sorry, playboy, my ring’s closed.”
    “Not necessarily. I’ve found there are many degrees of engagement.”
    “Well, I am as engaged as one can be. So like I said, save the charm.”
    “Can’t blame a guy for trying, especially with someone so fun to play with. There’s nothing I admire more than a quick wit. Keeps things interesting.”
    “My fiancée would agree with you,” I say.
    “And I assume this fiancée is Dr. Jonathan Ambrose?”
    “The one and only.”
    Bennett shakes his head. “The fierce, infamous, scourge of supervillains everywhere marrying a man who actually wears a pocket protector? Really?”
    “Excuse me?”
    “I’m sorry but he’s so…dull. I’ve met him a dozen times at events. Brilliant without question. He earned the hospital a lot of money with his patents, but the man’s a wallflower. A nerd.”
    “Can you please stop insulting my fiancée?”
    “Sorry. I just cannot for the life of me see the woman who took down two supervillains sitting at home every night talking about dragons in Klingon or whatever he’s into.”
    I sip my water. “Not a lot of talking goes on. Mostly we just fuck. The man’s a stallion in bed.”
    To his credit, Bennett actually laughs and shakes his head. “It’s always the quiet ones.” Still shaking his head, he sips his water too. “You never can tell with people. Not really. Take Justin. We went to college together, you know? I was a year ahead of him, but we were in the same Frat. Think we even dated the same girl at the same time. Never had a damn clue he was a super. None.”
    “That makes two of us,” I say.
    “He really didn’t tell you? Even when that psychopath was after you? Not to speak ill of the dead, but who does that?”
    “He had his reasons,” I say. “I wasn’t exactly his alter ego’s biggest fan. Or a fan of supers in general. I was basically a bigot.”
    “Why?”
    “Stupid bullshit reasons like every other bigot. Justice didn’t save my Pop. Too much collateral damage to people and the city. Heroes breed villains. Like I said, bullshit. I was just angry at life, and it came out that way.”
    “I wouldn’t call your reasons bullshit. I mean, billions of dollars in property damage a year? Hundreds of citizens killed a year caught in the crossfire? That is definitely not bullshit.”
    Crap. I forgot his family was said collateral damage. Me and my damn mouth. “No, you’re right. I mean, hello, aren’t we the poster children for super collateral damage? I still have nightmares about that rooftop. That boat.”
    “Me too,” he says. “Yet, I sense a ‘but’ coming on.”
    “ But having known them, having worked with them, I discovered supers are exactly like us. Just doing the best they can with what life’s given them. They worry about money, about love, about if they left the oven on at home. Even those who put on the mask. They don’t have to go out there and risk their lives for perfect strangers, but they do. They didn’t ask to be