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one of the beers and took a long swallow.
    “We were trying to take back fucking Fallujah.” Mack kept his voice low as he spoke. Brody and Rocky leaned in to hear him. “As if enough blood wasn’t shed the first time, now we have to go fight to get it back. The problem is it feels like fucking ISIS is better organized than the Iraqi army we left in charge when we pulled out.”
    Brody let out a sigh at the truth of what Mack said. It did feel like ISIS had the upper hand. Not just organizationally, but they didn’t have to play by the rules like the U.S. troops did.
    ISIS triumphed by using fear and perpetrating crimes against humanity. Killing the males of the villages they raided. Selling the females, even young girls, as sex slaves to be raped repeatedly by their new owners . Preaching a religious doctrine that, no matter how crazy it sounded to a Westerner’s ear, seemed to get them an unending supply of followers and fighters. Young, fresh and angry men, ready to kill and die for a cause Brody doubted some of them even understood completely.
    “I’m sorry, man.” Rocky leaned forward, his hands clasped on the table around his beer. “But you can’t blame yourself because of your dad’s phone call.”
    “I don’t. I blame the bastard behind that scope.” Mack blew out a breath and then tipped his bottle back, draining a good portion of it. “Still, it was supposed to be me. Not him.”
    The brunette was still doing her thing up on stage as they sat contemplating their mortality. Or maybe just their beer.
    Hell, a man in his line of work could only think so long about the fact they could, and most likely would, be hurt or killed in the line of duty.
    Eventually you had to move on to other thoughts or it could drive you crazy.
    A cute stripper he’d never seen before moved across the floor, eyeballing their group. Brody made eye contact. She smiled and he nodded.
    He downed the last of his beer and stood. “I’m heading to the back room for a bit.”
    “A little soon in the evening for that, no?” Rocky lifted a brow.
    “It’s been six months. So no, it ain’t too soon at all.” Brody lifted his chin in Mack’s direction. “You gonna be here when I get back?”
    Mack glanced up and Brody saw the weariness beneath what looked like anger. Not anger at Brody, but more likely at all the other people involved. At the sniper for making the shot. At his dad for requesting that call. Even at Speedy for taking the bullet and leaving Mack with the guilt of being a survivor while his friend was dead in his place.
    Every one of Mack’s emotions made complete sense to Brody, but still there was nothing he could do about any of them.
    “I’ll probably head out right after I finish this.” Mack held up his beer. “Thanks for buying, man.”
    “Anytime.” God willing next time the occasion would be a happy one. Brody glanced at Rocky. “I’ll be right back.”
    Rocky grinned. “I’ll be here so don’t rush on account of me.”
    Brody had no intention of rushing, but after six months of being deprived, his body might have other ideas.
    The dancer sidled up closer and looked up at Brody as he stood over her. “Private dance?”
    “Yes, ma’am.”
    He looked her over. Her hair was blond, though judging by her complexion that was from a bottle, not nature.
    Tall but curvy with big brilliant eyes, she reminded him enough of his one and only serious relationship that he should know better than to go in back with her.
    Letting a stripper who brought to mind the only girl who’d ever gotten beneath his skin get him off was pretty messed up, but Brody had never claimed to be otherwise.
    He’d come in with enough cash that in exchange she should be willing to make him forget the name of any other girl he’d ever been with.
    Hell, hopefully for a big enough tip she’d make him forget his own name for a little while too.

CHAPTER 4
      “Why is no one else out tonight?” Brody glanced around the club and