Chapter 63: Sparkes and Blood - Blue Blood

Detective Philson wasn't happy. He hadn't been happy since his second wife had run off with her shooting instructor. He figured the amount he paid in alimony was worth the peace and quiet. That was five years ago - the peace and quiet had become boredom.

Like many men in his position he married his job. His job paid overtime, neither of his wives did. That was why he was the one sitting in the police station doing paperwork when the call came in from the movie shoot. He looked at his watch. It was three in the morning.

"What kind of trouble are you getting into now, Martin?" he said after he told dispatch that he would take the call. As he climbed into his car, he thought about the first time he saw Martin. He'd been a skinny little punk. The kid had been covered in blood. He had this strange expression on his face like he was either trying not to cry, or trying hard to.