road.
One week later …
Duncan looked up at the office building. Big, metal, kind of generic and non-descript, which suited their needs perfectly. They’d rented the fourth floor of the seven floor building, and they had room to grow. On the east side of Denver, the entire city was spread before them.
“I thought the Gunny would be here by now, “ Chad groused. “I want to see inside.”
He grinned at the younger man, enjoying his impatience. “He will. He’s coming straight from the airport.”
As if in answer to their words, a yellow cab mini-van pulled up to the curb. The side door opened and a ramp lowered down. Within seconds John, glowering true to form, rolled to the sidewalk. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he called to the driver. The stress of traveling domestic for the first time was written all over his lean face, and Duncan knew it had to have been hard dealing with the cabs and the airports and planes. Not to mention the public. But, in true Marine form, Palmer had gotten it done.
John wheeled his chair forward to meet them. Chad whooped and grabbed his hand, then leaned down to bump shoulders with him. “It’s damn good to see you, Gunny!”
“You too, Lowell.” He grinned. “Looks like that Texas sunshine has been agreeing with you.”
Chad ran his hand over his chin and grinned. Duncan realized Chad actually did look healthier. Even the few scars on his neck were fading. The arm still had a good ways to go but Chad seemed to be using it okay. As for the prosthetic leg, well, Duncan hadn’t even been able to tell he had one on until he’d lifted his jeans leg to show him. The man moved as if he still had two natural legs, definitely easier than he himself did.
John looked healthier too. His face was lean and he hadn’t shaved for a while, but his eyes were direct and strong. He’d switched to a more compact racing chair with slightly slanted wheels that responded to his hands as if it were actually part of his body. There was a frown on his face, but his eyes glinted with humor.
“So are we going to check this place out, or what? I need to start looking for a place to live.”
Duncan held the door for him to enter the lobby. He waved at the security guard as they walked to the elevator. “Twenty-four hour monitoring. There’s a physical guard on duty at all times. The top two floors have some kind of medical research firm.”
They stepped inside and he pressed the button for four.
“So, you said you had jobs lined up for us?” Chad asked, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms.
“I do,” he said. “I have a contact in the Worker’s Comp Bureau that needs a couple of cases investigated and another contact that needs records searched at the courthouse.”
Chad grimaced. “Record searches? Really?”
Duncan grinned. “Yep. Hey, we’re just starting out. In two days I have a lady coming in to talk about finding a son she
One week later …
Duncan looked up at the office building. Big, metal, kind of generic and non-descript, which suited their needs perfectly. They’d rented the fourth floor of the seven floor building, and they had room to grow. On the east side of Denver, the entire city was spread before them.
“I thought the Gunny would be here by now, “ Chad groused. “I want to see inside.”
He grinned at the younger man, enjoying his impatience. “He will. He’s coming straight from the airport.”
As if in answer to their words, a yellow cab mini-van pulled up to the curb. The side door opened and a ramp lowered down. Within seconds John, glowering true to form, rolled to the sidewalk. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he called to the driver. The stress of traveling domestic for the first time was written all over his lean face, and Duncan knew it had to have been hard dealing with the cabs and the airports and planes. Not to mention the public. But, in true Marine form, Palmer had gotten it done.
John wheeled his chair forward to meet them. Chad whooped and grabbed his hand, then leaned down to bump shoulders with him. “It’s damn good to see you, Gunny!”
“You too, Lowell.” He grinned. “Looks like that Texas sunshine has been agreeing with you.”
Chad ran his hand over his chin and grinned. Duncan realized Chad actually did look healthier. Even the few scars on his neck were fading. The arm still had a good ways to go but Chad seemed to be using it okay. As for the prosthetic leg, well, Duncan hadn’t even been able to tell he had one on until he’d lifted his jeans leg to show him. The man moved as if he still had two natural legs, definitely easier than he himself did.
John looked healthier too. His face was lean and he hadn’t shaved for a while, but his eyes were direct and strong. He’d switched to a more compact racing chair with slightly slanted wheels that responded to his hands as if it were actually part of his body. There was a frown on his face, but his eyes glinted with humor.
“So are we going to check this place out, or what? I need to start looking for a place to live.”
Duncan held the door for him to enter the lobby. He waved at the security guard as they walked to the elevator. “Twenty-four hour monitoring. There’s a physical guard on duty at all times. The top two floors have some kind of medical research firm.”
They stepped inside and he pressed the button for four.
“So, you said you had jobs lined up for us?” Chad asked, leaning back against the wall and folding his arms.
“I do,” he said. “I have a contact in the Worker’s Comp Bureau that needs a couple of cases investigated and another contact that needs records searched at the courthouse.”
Chad grimaced. “Record searches? Really?”
Duncan grinned. “Yep. Hey, we’re just starting out. In two days I have a lady coming in to talk about finding a son she
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