Franklin Byrne always joked around the precinct he was worth more dead than alive. Now it was time to prove it.
The diagnosis made it an easy decision. The added benefit of going down in the line of duty made it a no-brainer. His ex and kids deserved better.
An offhand comment in front of some notorious jailhouse snitch put the wheels in motion. Time, place, location. That’s all it would take.
Franklin found himself on his backyard deck, enjoying a cold beer. If things went as he expected – and they usually did – it was going to be his last.
The Weekday One Hundred 