A Long Day for Dying

by Patrick A. Davis

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to touch one of the ears. The moment I felt the rubberized skin, I jerked my hand away. I had my confirmation.

  Of course I had to call Simon and Amanda and let them know. But first I had something important to do. A final commitment I had made to a friend.

  So I went upstairs to my portable bar in the living room and poured out a shot of whisky.

  What I was about to do wasn’t appropriate, not that I cared. While General Garber hadn’t deserved to die for a mistake he’d made during the heat of battle, he was still a sick son of a bitch and a rapist.

  I raised the glass in a silent toast.Andy, you finally gave a damn.

  I took a drink.