CHAPTER 7Carlo had seen Joe when he was in savior mode more than once, that calm assurance he managed to convey to the people he helped. He’d been privy to flashes of it in the last eighteen hours, too, so hearing him discuss helping this Copper wasn’t a shock.
Seeing how broken and bent he was after he put down the phone was.
Joe stayed on the couch, forearms resting on his knees, his distant gaze locked on some unknown spot on the floor. The lines around his mouth were deeper than normal, his eyes dark. Whatever the policeman had said to him had chipped away the veneer he’d been wearing when he opened to Carlo. The man left behind looked lost. Carlo had the irrational urge to call the cop back and give him hell.
He had to do something, though. Joe had taken the high road with Carlo’s
