Lorne tried to tug his hand away, to grab for the ring, but refused to loose his grip on his gun. Words began to tumble from him, just this side of coherent, as if someone had undone the connection between his brain and vocal cords.
"My father was a cop, and a good man. He was my hero growing up, and he died of a heart attack. No one gets to take my father's ring from me, not while I'm alive"