Brewer pled out guilty to the charges. He was a regular fucking Prince Valiant in a couple of respects though. The Feds agreed to drop all charges against his wife and leave her with custody of their kids if he'd take the full fall. And fall long and hard he goddamn did. Twenty to thirty in Leavenworth. Chief Mason still had a bug up his ass and made us all attend the sentencing for some reason know only to himself. Probably some scared straight bullshit. The sentencing didn't take but twenty minutes but you could cut the tension in the air with a knife. Brewer barely made eye contact with us, he merely glanced our way as he shuffled off in full restraints - cuffs, leg irons, the whole bit - you would have thought he was Charlie Manson.
I'm not gonna lie to you and say I was sad to see him go. I had been terrified the whole time thinking that he was going to try to make some deal concerning the departed NIS agent Charles - turn the whole thing around so that it was me or Malcolm that smoked him and not him - and how he bought the farm but it didn't happen.
The Chief leaned over to me, the son of a bitch reeked of gin even at this hour of the morning, and nodded to a side of the gallery with his chin. "Isn't that the bitch that came down to the boathouse with NIS when they interviewed everybody about that agent getting shot? I thought that cunt was enlisted. I wonder what the hell that was all about?"
I tried to look over without turning my head and hoping not to see what I knew I was going to.
"Oh, sweet mother of fucking mercy," I groaned to myself.
There sat sweet Reggie. The former love of my life. The woman I thought and would have killed for. All decked out in her full dress uniform. Wearing the bars of a lieutenant junior grade Naval officer.
"The bitch must have been undercover the whole time she's been stationed here," the Chief kept on babbling, "what a lowdown sneaky fucking whore. But I tell you what there old son, I fuck her till the cows came home if I got the chance. Oh, yes indeedy. I'd eat the peanuts out of her shit. Hump her till her nose bled. How about you?"
He viciously slammed his elbow into my ribs and chortled sadistically - his one lung sounding like an out of tune accordion - I didn't feel a thing.