“Florida loves them,” Brice told me. “The cops all carry badges, legal but generously given, have permits to carry weapons; the firemen have all the best equipment and a real playground to spend their retirement years in.”
“Who pays for all this?”
He didn’t tell me. He simply said, “You’d be surprised.”
We stared at each other across the table.
I finally said, “And she’s
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