His Name Was Jack
The man was dressed in a tailored black suit. He didn’t have a gun as far as Fred could see and seemed suspiciously confident. “So, who are you?” he inquired of the man. He’s never seen him before, but Buck seemed to know him. “This is Jack, my old business partner. He left the LAPD last year to join the FBI.” “So what is he doing here?” Fred wondered. Of all places, why would a suit like this guy come to rural Arkansas?