“You ever do that again and I’ll kill you, McCoy, I swear.”
The veins on Vic’s temples were throbbing. There was a fury on his face
that Steve had never seen before, and it scared the shit out of him.
“Calm down, Cabrizzi! Hell! What’s your problem?” he yelled
at Vic.
“I’ll tell you what my problem is, McCoy! I . . .” The
question squirreled around in Vic’s brain. What was his problem? All of a
sudden, he couldn’t figure out why he was so damn mad. “Just don’t do it again,
you hear me?” Vic turned Steve loose, then straightened his collar and brushed
his shirt to straighten it too.
“What the fuck?” Steve shrieked. “You don’t get to just walk
up to me and . . .” He looked at Vic’s face and realized there was something
going on, but he wasn’t sure what. “Cabrizzi? What is it?”
“Shut up,” Vic hissed and turned to go to his car.
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