While on their way to the precinct to press charges, Lathe looked over at Anjelo with pride in his eyes. “Well, apparently everything I taught you about fighting must have sunk in. You were great out there tonight.” When he noticed that Anjelo seemed a bit down, he asked, “What’s wrong?”
“You! You’re what’s wrong! Hell, Lathe I told you to stay out of it.”
“And let you get killed? I’d have to be out of my mind to do that.”
“But I had it taken care of. I didn’t need you.”
“You did take care of it, Anjelo, and I’m proud of you. You’re a hero now. Isn’t that what you wanted?”
“I suppose, but…it’s not as satisfying as I thought it would be.”
“Yeah, I know, but there’s a reason.” Lathe hesitated a moment wondering if Anjelo would believe his wild tale, but took a chance. “Okay, listen rea
