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home, but first he had to get treatment.  He knew better than to go to a hospital with an unexplained gunshot wound.   Which was why he was sitting behind the peeling single story concrete block building waiting for a man he’d despised for most of the last twenty years.
    The sun had been up for the better part of two hours before a mid-sized sedan pulled into the lot and parked near the back door of the building.  The car gleamed with polish but that didn’t hide the scratches and dings on the doors, or the rust forming over the back wheel well.  The man who slid out from behind the wheel was also showing his age.  His thin shoulders were beginning to droop and the bald spot on the back of his head was noticeable even from a distance.  Sonny waited for the man to let himself into the building before putting his vehicle in gear and backing up to pull in right next to the other car.
    He slipped silently through the back door, every movement an agony.  The man was crouched in front of an aging computer, his gaze intent on the screen.
    “Let me guess.  Kiddy porn?”
    Jerking around, the man fumbled for the keyboard, finally finding the key to turn the screen black.  But not before Sonny had gotten the glimpse he needed to affirm his suspicions.  Disgusted, he snapped, “Still a pervert, Davis?  Still bringing little boys to your clinic to show them the animals and then proving that you’re the only real animal in the place?”
    Davis rose and cast a quick look around as if in search of help.  “I told you before, I don’t want you to come here anymore.”
    Painfully, Sonny moved further into the room before stopping and locking the door behind him.  “Way I recall it, you were the only one to cum in this room.”
    The other man flushed.  “My employees will be arriving shortly.  What do you want?”
    In answer, Sonny unwrapped the crumpled blood-soaked Kleenexes he had stuffed against the wound and turned to show the man.  “You have to get this bullet out of me.”
    Davis gaped.  “Are you crazy?” he hissed.  “I’m not risking my license for you.  Go to a damn hospital.”
    “They’d have to report gunshot wounds.”  Sonny limped carefully to the door that led to the front of the clinic.  Locked it, too.  “And you will operate because if you don’t I’ll go straight to your wife and tell her that her husband likes to fuck little boys.  I’m guessing she already suspects.  And then I’m going to tell the cops the same thing.  Losing your license is the least of your worries.”
    The older man blanched.  “I stopped.”  The whine in his voice scraped down Sonny’s nerves.  “After just a few times, I stopped, you know I did.  And I made it up to you.  I gave you that drug you asked for a few months ago.  It’s not fair the way you keep coming back.”
    The gun was in his hand so fast the man blinked, before staggering backward in an attempt to put distance between them.  “You don’t want to talk to me about fair.  Not after what you did to me.  Now get the tools you’ll need.  If you’re quick maybe I can be gone before your workers get here.”
    Davis’s whole body jolted at the reminder.  “It wasn’t just me.  Your mother…”
    A red wash of rage flooded Sonny’s vision.  Fogged his brain.  He was six again.  Cowering in the closet, trying to shit himself in the vain hopes of so disgusting the man who would come through his bedroom door that he’d be left alone. “Mommy is dead .  She was a monster and so are you.”  One-handed, Sonny fumbled to unfasten his pants, peel them down his legs.  “And you’re going to want to make sure I don’t feel a thing when you take that bullet out, or you’ll end up the same way she did.”
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    Winding down his summary of the events of last night for the team members present for the hastily arranged briefing, Cam ended with, “Agent Franks is certain he wounded the UNSUB as he fled, so Des