Chapter 52 Butch And Tips

• Brice didn’t need Claymore Wicks. He didn’t miss the man, and he didn’t care what happened to him. As far as Brice was concerned, he had done the right thing. The break-up was the right call, especially since they would have been over eventually. Brice and H.S.P.C. Agents never worked out.
• As Brice shoved his papers into his mail slot, a little voice in his head asked him why he had to say these things to himself every God-damn morning. Three weeks had passed since Claymore Wicks had left Headquarters. Brice should be over his broken heart, except this time, the pain lingered. Maybe the intense hurt was because Nancy was leaving with the woman from Custodial Services. Or perhaps this mystery pain was because Keith had turned into a hermit. Whatever Brice’s problem, this twisting knife in his gut feeling wasn’t the loss of Agent Wicks.
• “Instructor Brice,” Rea snapped out his name, and the tone wasn’t a happy one. “I need to speak with you. Now.”