Page 105 of Tattered Souls
I nodded, “Yeah. I’m ready.”
The voice on the line said, “Okay, I have a job for you. Had it for a while. It needs your touch. Be glad when this fucker is gone. Wheels up in two hours. You’ll be boots on the ground at seventeen hundred hours.”
‘I love you for all that you are, all that you have been, and all that you will be.’
– Garrick to Tatum.
Epilogue
Garrick
I watched my little brother as he walked out of the house.
Something was going on with him.
I didn’t know what it was. But I was going to find out.
But I knew one thing that no one else did.
I knew what my brother did for a living.
Everyone thought he was a shithead.
And I had treated him like one.
Trying to pull his head out of his ass.
I never would have thought that my woman would have done it.
She’d worked wonders.
***
But as I stood there on the tarmac... I waited... and I didn’t have to wait long.
I saw him walking this way, and I crossed my arms over my chest.
He saw me and his eyes widened. Then he asked, “You know?”
I nodded, “Known for a while.”
“Why didn’t you say anything?” he asked.
I shrugged. “You got four siblings. You're allowed to have something that’s just for you.”
He nodded, “Yeah, but you still could have said something when I was being a dumbass.”
I smirked, “Would it have worked?”
He shook his head and sighed, “Probably not.”
Then he asked, “Cover for me?”
“Always have. Always will,” I told him, and that was the truth.
He just didn’t know it. No one did.
“Thanks, brother.” He told me.
