On the drive, Russ felt some of the tightness in his chest relax a bit. Strange how just the proximity could do that. He risked a glance at Milt and saw the agent looked slightly less tense as well, though his hand was absently rubbing his left shoulder. Russ gritted his teeth and forced his gaze back on the road. The skin on Milt’s shoulder would be smooth and unmarked, unlike his own, which was now decorated with another puckered scar.