He chuckled to himself.

“You’re going to get arrested for impersonating an officer,” he said.

He leaned in closer to the iron bars and curled his fingers around the metal.

“Thirty years of pretending to be a Marine, and this is how it all finally ends,” Glenn said.

I didn’t answer him.

I just watched the second hand sweep past the twelve.

“You spent your entire life trying to be better than me,” Glenn said.

“You left home, you got your little degrees, you played dress-up in a uniform.”