Michael Malone - Weebly

cheek, then up and down his leg. "He saw the beaner's
truck with my trailer hitched to it."
"Saw Treeca stealing your trailer. And your wife
was with him?
What did you think when you heard this?"
"Get him."
"Stop him.…What about her?"
"Nothing about her. Okay?"
"When you forced the truck onto the shoulder, you
pulled your wife out. Then you struck her?"
"He just sat there. Drunk. He'd told her a bunch of
shit about going to some fucking refugee camp, how the
law said for her to show up there. She couldn't fucking
understand. I mean, it's not her language, man. And he
just sat there, after pulling that crap."
"But it was your wife you struck.…Did you mean to
do it?…All right, you don't know why. You were upset
with her and relieved to find her at the same time, like a
parent with a lost child. All right.…Did either of them
try to explain their actions to you? Did you ask Treeca
for an explanation?"
Henry's grin was derisive. "We didn't talk."