*Alex*
I stepped over the jagged ridge of snapped timbers and into the lion's den, so to speak. Kendrick was inside, wounded, angry, and drugged out of his mind. He would be experiencing delusions of grandeur and feelings of invincibility.
Brian Kendrick was a manic depressive hooked on cocaine when I'd first found him wasting away in Atlantic City. I'd taken pity on him, and given him a job running a security station at one of my casinos. Not glamorous, but good, honest work.
Then he'd worked his way up to staff supervisor, and then night manager. Eventually, he was training and running the security detail, and it had never run smoother. He'd kicked the drug habit and started going to his therapist to treat his manic-depressive disorder.
I'd been so impressed I'd brought Kendrick into
