Wild Child
“It was like taking a sledgehammer to the day. To his own head.“I thought … I thought we’d dodged the bankruptcy bullet,” Jackson said. “We were in the clear.”“It’s not bankruptcy, Jackson. Not exactly. It’s just … reality. Look, you’ve done a great job, son,” Brian Andersen, the city treasurer and undoubtedly the next mayor of Bishop, took off his half-glasses and folded them up as if he were ready to throw in the towel. “You cleared up the pension mess you inherited. I thought for sure that would ruin us. Frankly, we’ve held on longer than I thought we would.”“Let’s walk backward,” Jackson said, leaning back in the chair behind his desk. His hair was still damp from his morning swim, his body loose and boneless, his muscles unable to muster up a twinge despite the conversation. On a purely selfish note, thank God he’d managed to keep the pool open. Without his grueling workouts, there was no telling what would happen at these budget meetings.He imagined turning into The Hulk and smas...hing desks.With a sigh, Brian put his glasses back on.MoreLess
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