by: Ann Edall-robson
His duty filled with dangerous adrenalin consorting with life on the edge. That’s where he had been the day he had been shot.
The incessant pain in his leg. The pills he couldn’t get enough of directed him to this life.
This fraudulent, intimidating existence was taking over. Time was not on his side. He was sinking deeper into the iniquity. Desperate to find help or end up in hell.