Dzinski knew he shouldn’t get involved. Knew it would be nothing but trouble. Just like the last how many times. Knew he should’ve stayed out of it last time too.
Before that, he hadn’t been quite so smart.
Nothing left between them. More than a lifetime ago. And here she was again. Asking for help. Begging. Doing whatever she could to make him do whatever she needed done.
Not this time.
He sat back at his desk and took a quick pull from the bottle. Then he got up and put on his coat and hat, and started after her.