Gangrey
Vol. I · No. 1Prolonging the Slow Death of NewspapersEst. 2026

Lawman

Charles Bethea: "What's happenin', my friend?"

Vernon Keenan is saying hello to a large, shy-looking man named John Gibson in the Georgia Bureau of Investigation's main elevator, as the doors open and Keenan steps in. The top of his balding head reaches just past Gibson's shoulders.

"I'm fine, sir. How are you?"

"You been behaving yourself?" The doors close.

"Yessir."

"This man here is in an all-women's unit," Keenan says to the rest of the elevator's occupants. Then, turning back to Gibson, who works in the GBI's criminal-history record repository: "The only man there, right?"

"Yessir."

"I've got a lot of sympathy for him. I don't know how he keeps his sanity."

"He told me if he ever sees me on the…

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