Split Second
Chapter One
North Dade County Detention Center, Miami, Florida
Halloween-Friday, October 31
Del Macomb wiped the sweat from his forehead with the sleeve of his shirt. The
stiff cotton of his uniform stuck to his back, and it was only nine in the
morning. How could it be this hot and humid in October?
He had grown up just north of Hope, Minnesota. Back home, ice would be forming
at the edges of Silver Lake. His daddy would be writing his sermons while
watching the last of the snow geese pass overhead. Del pushed wet strands off
his brow. Thinking about his daddy reminded him that he needed a haircut. Crazy
stuff to be thinking about. Even crazier that it was stuff that could still make
him homesick.
"So who's the fucking asshole we're chaperoning today?" Del's partner startled
him. He winced at Benny Zeeks's language, then glanced over at the
barrel-chested ex-marine to see if he had noticed. He certainly didn't need
another lecture-not that he didn't have a lot to learn from Benny.
"Guys said his name is Stucky." He wondered if Benny had heard him. He seemed
preoccupied.
At North Dade County Detention Center Benny Zeeks was somewhat of a legend, not
only because he was a twenty-five-year veteran, but because he had ... read full excerpt from: Split Second ebook
