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Robert in that corner, he was so
dumbstruck that his weapon nearly fell from his hand.
    “Bobby?”
he asked, unable to hide his shock.
    Robert
was silently pleading with his brother as he looked his big blue eyes up at
him.   it was bad enough that he’d been
caught red-handed.   It was bad enough
that he knew Chief Joffee didn’t play when it came to dealing drugs in his
county, and he could face many years in prison if it went that far.   But what was even worse than that was his
father finding out.   Because he and Brent
both knew that their father would kill him if he ever found out.
    “Hey,
Sarge!” Marty yelled.   “You got him? I
got mine!”
    Brent
continued to stare at Robert.   Brent
continued to be amazed, and saddened, and angry at his younger brother.   Brent was a cop.   It was his job to get criminals like this off
the streets.   But this was his blood
brother, his father’s son.   This was
different.
    “Sarge!”
Marty yelled again.   “You alright in
there?”
    The
trance was broken.   Brent made his
decision.   “I’m fine,” he said, backing
up and walking away.  
    Robert
exhaled, and dropped his head.
    “Where’s
your collar?” Robert heard Marty asked his brother.   “I thought one of them ran in there.”
    “I
did too,” Brent said.   And that was all he
said about it.
    Robert
knew that said a lot about his big brother.   Brent was a law and order kind of cop, not some hotheaded, rogue
cop.   Robert ran his hands through his
thick, blond hair and was grateful to his brother.   He knew he had dodged a bullet.   But he also knew his uncannily great luck
wasn’t going to last forever.

 
    “She
hates me,” Donald said as he sat on the leather couch inside his father’s
downtown office.   His father, comfortably
slouched down, was seated beside him.
    “She
doesn’t hate you,” Charles responded.   “She doesn’t like your attitude with her staff.   She’s not crazy about your work ethic.”
    Donald’s
round eyes looked puzzled. “That’s what I’m talking about.    I work hard, Dad.”
    “When
you bother to show up you work hard.   You
miss too many days.   Keep it up and she’s
going to kick you out on your ass.”
    “And
you’ll let her, won’t you?”
    “I’ll
let her, yes.”
    Donald
sighed.   “She can do no wrong in your
eyes, even though she . . .”
    Charles
looked at his son.   “Even though she
what?”
    “She flirts
all the time, Dad, with every man around there.   I mean all of them.   Ask
anybody.   She’s taking you for a fool.”
    Charles
didn’t say anything.   He just continued
to sit there, and to look at his son.
    “I’m
only telling you what I know,” Donald said.   “What are you looking at me like that for?”
    Charles
only looked away from Donald when he heard his office door open.   Jenay peered inside.   “Are you decent?” she asked.
    “Barely,”
Charles said, as he remained in his slouched position.   “Come on in.”
    Donald’s
body stiffened as Jenay opened the door further and walked on in.   “Look who I picked up in the parking lot,”
she said as she entered.
    Brent
walked in with her.   “Hey, Dad,” he
said.   Then he looked at his baby
brother.   “Why aren’t you at work?”
    “Good
question,” Jenay asked.
    “Why
is it your business?” Donald asked and Charles looked at him.   “I’m talking to Brent,” he quickly
corrected.   “Not your wife.”
    Jenay
ignored him anyway as she walked toward her husband.   Charles held out his hand to her and pulled
her down onto his lap.
    Donald
looked at Brent.   “For your information,”
he said, “I left work because I needed to talk to Dad.”
      “Talk to him later,” Brent responded,
motioning for Donald to get up.   “I need
to talk to him now.”
    Donald
frowned.   “Then wait until I finish.   You don’t tell me what to do!”
    Brent
looked at his youngest brother.   “Don’t
make me make you,” he