The Fallen (Amos Decker #4)(131)

When Zoe reached out and took his hand, Decker gripped it back.

In a way, he was holding on for dear life to the hand of a child.

Yet Decker had not felt such calm, such inner peace, for a very long time.

His time was consumed with hunting down those who committed bad acts, but Decker knew that evil would always be outweighed by the good.

Actually, he had to believe that, otherwise he wasn’t sure, like Kate Kemper, that he could continue to do his job.

Sometimes you just had to believe.

He let out a deep breath, and kept hold of Zoe’s hand.

And the little girl and the giant man sat there, while both life and death revolved around them.