Two Minutes Dead, One-Eyed Barnaby Alive: When Family Love Becomes a Bill

I felt a tightness in my chest. I ignored it. I thought it was just heartburn from the spicy jerky I’d eaten for breakfast. I popped two antacids and kept the hammer down. I had a delivery deadline in Denver, and a deposit for the florist due on Friday.

But the tightness didn’t go away. It turned into a vice grip. My left arm went numb.

Barnaby, who continue reading …