JOHN LINCOLN LEANED AGAINST HIS DOUBLE-PARKED UNMARKED POLICE CAR AND WATCHED HIS PARTNER THROUGH THE BAY WINDOWS OF HER APARTMENT.
He quietly seethed at the sight of this domestic bliss.
He knew he should wait for Gail to say her good-nights to her son and husband.
Instead, Lincoln tossed his cigarette onto the sidewalk and crossed the street.
Maybe if he walked slowly enough he’d find the strength to go back to the car and wait.