Everyone familiar are Janet's.

My fist connected hard with the jaw of Rueben Aeillo. "You ever think of going for a gun near me or someone associated with me again, you'll be entering St. Francis in a body bag. We clear?"

He spit out a mouthful of blood along with an incisor, but didn't hesitate in nodding as he did.

"What the fuck was that?" Tank asked, when we were back in my truck with Aeillo dead silent in the backseat holding the collar of his stained t-shirt against his mouth.

"Lost my temper."

"No shit. Why? You used to injure dicks like him for fun ... not get pissed then injure them."

"I'm not risking Stephanie's wrath if she believes I'm in more danger than she is when I leave the building. She won't point a gun at me, but she's just as effective as one."

Interesting how having a set purpose in life makes you more cautious with it.