“Are you fucking out of your mind? Your son died because of that mad dog and you're still trying desperately to defend him. You're an asshole!” Ryan took a step back and unclutched his fist. Blood dripped from Dale's nose. He was stunned. I didn't know if he was stunned from the punch or from hearing my brother's words.
“By the way, my shift ended half an hour ago. I was on my way home when Dispatch notified me of a disturbance at my sister's house. I hitched a ride with a friend who was on duty just to check. I never imagined the report was about you.”
“What?” After a moment, he snapped out of thought and immediately took out his phone. He dialed my mother's number frantically. He called her to confirm.
