[ Fraser had stood when he was commanded to, watching both Rays very carefully. He was trying his best to hold back on his smile, but every time Ray Vecchio looked at him he almost grinned, unable to help himself. Ray's looking healthy, he thinks, tanned and happy. He's very good at this pretense, he considers, cheerfully, but it's surely over now. Fraser's found him, so he can come back home.
He's like that eager dog waiting for permission to greet its previously distant owner. Any second now he'd be told it was okay and he could wag his tail and jump up at him and bite his nose during his happy facelicking.
But it doesn't come. Ray takes the gun, and Fraser feels just a note of trepidation. If Ray isn't going to drop the act, then what exactly is he planning to do? ]
It's okay, Ray. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, I'm with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.
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He's like that eager dog waiting for permission to greet its previously distant owner. Any second now he'd be told it was okay and he could wag his tail and jump up at him and bite his nose during his happy facelicking.
But it doesn't come. Ray takes the gun, and Fraser feels just a note of trepidation. If Ray isn't going to drop the act, then what exactly is he planning to do? ]
It's okay, Ray. My name is Constable Benton Fraser, I'm with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police.