![]() “I was driving by from the airport and told you were still here. “Hey,” I greeted, smiling, finding it odd he was there. I certainly never wanted to be the guy on the wrong end of a shooting incident.Īs I sat there in the ER, blood on my shirt and sweater, waiting as Becker talked to Kage and Ching paced as he talked to Dorsey, the curtain that separated me from the next bed was yanked open and Eli appeared, another man right behind him, like it was a magic show. No one wanted someone to get shot accidentally because a marshal had a concussion and mistook them for a bear or something. ![]() The doctor on call checked me out-I got jumped in line because I got hurt, technically, in the line of duty, and because Ching looked pissed and no one wanted to tell him no.īecause I was a federal marshal and had to carry a gun 24-7, I always had to be checked out so a doctor could vouch for my brain not being scrambled. ![]() MY EYEBROW only needed five stitches, which, compared to some of the other lacerations I’d suffered over the years, was nothing. ![]()
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