I was an average man, not at all violent, until a bastard tricked my best friend into killing my lover, Mick. When that happened, with my best friend in prison for life, I took things into my own hands and killed the bastard.<br><br>Not too soon after, a man contacted me. The man Mick had worked for -- as a vigilante. He convinced me to take Mick's place, once I'd been trained to do what Mick had done.<br><br>I did. Now I'm a not so average man who might, just might, be falling in love with another vigilante. Coop Frost, to be exact. That is, if we can survive what comes next.

Not Your Average Man

“You said this Seward was a drug dealer. His people probably have connections with other dealers around the country. They could well have gotten hold of some pictures of you, once they found out you were the cop who brought Seward down. All it would take would be getting the word out to keep an eye open for you.”


“And they’d still be doing that after all this time?”


“You bet, if the reward was large enough, or to get in good with the big guys. How long has it been?”


“Not that long, then. I’m sure there are dealers here in town. One of them spots you, either last week, or yesterday. They let Seward’s people know and the men we dealt with this morning come to town, looking for you.”


“That makes sense. I haven’t changed much since I went undercover to stop him. My hair’s longer, but other otherwise…” He shrugged.


Chapter 40