Against the Odds
Kat Martin
MIRA
<p><br><br>&#34;Mr. Justice! Mr. Justice, can you give us a moment of your time?&#34;<br><br>Sabrina Eckhart stared at the news broadcast on KTRK-TV. She had watched the segment run on an earlier edition, but found herself watching it again.<br><br>The reporter, a small man with dark hair and a determined expression, hurried to keep up with Alex Justice's long strides as he walked out of the downtown Houston Police Department building. &#34;Mr. Justice!&#34; At the sight of several TV cameras, Alex's steps reluctantly slowed.<br><br>&#34;Everyone in the city is grateful for what you did,&#34; the reporter said. &#34;People are calling you a hero. What do you think about that?&#34; The man thrust a microphone into Alex's handsome face. Six two, dark blond hair and blue eyes, always dressed as if he'd just stepped out of a <em>GQ</em> magazine, Alex Justice was an amazing-looking man.<br><br>&#34;I'm a private investigator,&#34; Alex said. &#34;I did what I was paid to do--find...</br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></br></p>