The 6:20 Man
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His next words were said in a calm, even tone, because that was how he was suddenly feeling. “Sara was a nice person. She never talked to me about killing herself. She never seemed depressed, quite the opposite. She used to pep us up when we were getting ground down. But like I said, it’s been a while. And even a day at Cowl and Comely is like a lifetime, Detective Hancock.”
“So why stay?”
Devine assumed a stoic look and hit the Play button in his head. “It’s the American dream. I’m trying to create my own.”
“You don’t strike me as the type to give a shit about making truckloads of money.”
“You must have me confused with someone else. I do want the money and everything that comes with it. But there are a lot of things you can do with that money. You can use it to help other people.”
“So you’re busting your ass to help others?” Hancock said with a shit-eating grin.
“I did it in the Army. Any reason I can’t do it on Wall Street?”
“Come on. Just tell me the truth. It can’t be that bad.”
But Devine didn’t open his mouth, because he had nothing more to say.
And it was that bad.