Edge of Darkness

everyone by name. He laughed with them. He attended funerals when they lost someone. He got them home safely at night if they drank too much. He cut off the ones that were spending too much and needed to be home with their families. He was just a good man. A good man some mobsters had pulled out of the bar and beat to death because he wouldn t sign his establishment the one that had been in the family for two now three generations over to them.

Sean had also served in the U.S. Marines and he knew his way around weapons, especially the making of bombs. He was a specialist in the field, so much so that he actually had helped out the local bomb squad the three times they d gotten calls, because what he knew about explosives, few others did and what he knew, he taught his daughter.

Blaze had been given an unusual education and she d loved every minute of it. Her father made it clear he loved her and was always proud of her, and he d always been patient with her, but he believed in teaching his daughter everything he would have taught his son. He was patient, but he didn t make it easy because she was a girl. She was required to do everything and learn everything he knew about defense and offense. She d soaked up the training.

It had always been the two of them, Sean and Blaze, after her mother left. Truthfully, she remembered her mother as a disconnected woman who was never happy when she could remember her, and that wasn t often. Her mother left when she was four. They d never done one single thing together. Not one. She couldn t even recall her mother holding her. It had always been her father.

Sean had been a boxer, a mixed martial arts cage fighter, and he enjoyed the lifestyle. He had always insisted his daughter work out with him. She had since the time she was two. She grew up boxing her father. Learning martial arts. Street fighting. She le