Thankfully Calvin stayed quiet during the ride. Brock wasn’t up for much meaningful conversation. At thirty-five he was too young to die; he still had most of his life ahead of him. And who’d look after Junior? Junior and he were a family and…
Brock hadn’t realized they’d arrived until he felt Calvin taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. It must have been a mark of how spooked he was because Brock welcomed the reassuring touch; he didn’t automatically pull away or check to see if anyone was watching them.
“It’ll be all right. The key with these things is to catch them early. And you say you don’t remember seeing this lesion before?”
Brock shook his head. He was always getting scraped up, it went with the job, but he couldn’t remember seeing this particular—whatever it was—before.
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