Unconsciously, Harry sought the sensation of his trusty companion tucked against back. The semi-automatic was like another appendage.

Emotions clouded his judgment and made the tightrope of deception more dangerous.

Harry wanted to knock a few teeth out of the artificially straightened set, but he resisted the urge.

Cornered, Will punted. He had worked in a cut-throat world long enough to know that he would get the ball back and score.

Reality smacked like a bucket of ice water.

A lone, dark-skinned foreigner would raise a red flag. The cops would never admit to racial profiling, but it is real in this lily-white neighborhood.