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“Oh have a heart Curtis.” Lindsey stood up and patted her clothes back into order. “You were young once weren’t you?” she laughed and reached out to caress Peter’s cheek again, her hand fitting into his hand.
“Never on duty.”
“Off duty. And there is nothing in the manual that covers people not staying in the Mobile Lab unless you call an emergency code, so if you don’t mind?” Peter turned his back on Rollins and led Lindsey to the door. “You might like to get a few things.” He added softly before he cupped the back of her head with his hand and kissed her gently.
“Where are you staying?” Rollins mood softened.
“At the Four Seasons, 21 Avenue Road, Toronto. You can get us through the desk or on my cell.”
“Rather expensive isn’t it?”
“Nothing but the best, besides I can afford it.”
“Peter, I may have misread you.” Rollins admitted.
“You know Curtis, I really don’t care if you did.” Lindsey returned with her overnight bag and change of clothes. Peter put his arm around her shoulder and headed towards the doors.
“I’m surprised that you asked me.” Lindsey admitted as she fastened her seat belt.
“Why?”
“You said you needed someone you could trust.”
“I do.” Peter chewed his bottom lip as he pulled out into traffic for the short journey.
“Don’t suppose you’ve got single beds?”
“Actually I booked a king suite. Lindsey I’m sorry, I don’t want to.” Peter blushed again the weariness and pain in his eyes.
“I never even looked you know Peter, not once, not like I’m looking now and I admit to being tempted but not for these reasons. If you really wanted me I’d need it to be because you were ready.”
“Thanks Lindsey.”
“In the meantime it’s fun giving Curtis a hard time. Any idea at how long we need to keep this up?”
“I’d think a couple of nights. The case should be wrapped up by then and we can go home.”
“I do love you.” Lindsey said softly. “In my anger I forgot that my best friend was hurting, and I was the whip hand.”
Peter reached across and squeezed her fingers. “It’s okay. I love you too Lindsey, I guess that’s why it hurt so much that you didn’t believe me. And I know you still don’t.”
“That you and Connor were lovers?”
“For almost seven years I never even looked at another person sexually, it’s a habit I’m finding hard to break.”
“You’re kidding you haven’t had sex since Connor died?”
“I can’t. I don’t want anyone else.”
“Wow.” She smiled in awe as she squeezed his hand. “One day you will Peter, the pain will stop and you’ll move on.”
~~~***~~~
Franz paced the palatial loft, his hands wringing nervously as Jacki swung her feet from the counter and threw the ball against the brick walls.
“He’ll be here, settle hon.” Jacki’s broad New York accent irritated him and he whirled catching the ball in mid flight.
“He’s never late.” Franz grated through clenched teeth and resumed his pacing.
“Yeah well first time for every thing.”
“Something’s wrong.” Franz stopped and turned the TV on.
“Nothing is wrong. You need a hit.”
“I don’t use the shit.” Franz disgustedly threw the patch into the sink that she’d just licked and looked away.
“Maybe you should makes the world look really pretty.” Her eyes glazed and she wafted past him on the wings of Nexus and gardenia perfume.
“Shit.” Franz scratched his arm and pushed his dark hair from his face. The bright blue eyes searched the room and caught on a police report on the local evening news. His pale features became paler as he sat down in front of the TV and turned the volume up. “Jacki.” He screamed and raced into the bedroom. “We gotta get outta here, now.”
“Nah later babe.” She smiled lazily as she danced to a silent tune in the bedroom.
He grabbed her, punishing her arms with his hands and shook her. “Dec’s dead Jacki, we’ve gotta get outta here, don’t you understand, they’ll come for us next!” He rushed to the closet and started pulling clothes into a bag along with a wad of cash and his knife.
“Soo pretty.” Jacki cooed as she watched him in a technicolour blur.
“Jacki! Move it.” Roughly he pushed her arms into a jacket and her feet into shoes. He slung his bag over his shoulder and grabbed the other one cramming it full of her clothes.
Franz Ostmeier got as far as the front door before it was kicked in.
“Seems our little friends are ready to fly the nest.” The gang leader’s smile was feral, his swarthy features offset by the expensive suit he wore and the three gorillas behind him.
“Dawson.” Franz hissed.
“Now is that anyway to treat an old friend.” Dawson oozed into the loft, his hand fondling Jacki who smiled in a drugged stupor. His friends closed the door and folded their arms.
“We were never friends.”
“Oh but we should have been, just like I told your brother. You have heard haven’t you?” Dawson smiled; it was not a pleasant sight. “But of course you had you wouldn’t be leaving in such a hurry if you hadn’t. Dec wasn’t prepared to help me either, pity.” He snapped his fingers and moved to one side.
“Look territory is all yours, take it.”
“Too late Franz. You see, my boss needs to be kept clean and you’re his ticket to anonymity.” Dawson saw the blade in Franz’s hand and easily sidestepped the enraged man. The bodyguards moved forward and easily disarmed him, carefully wrapping the knife in plastic and handing it to their employer.
“You wouldn’t?” Franz squeaked.
“No this is for someone else, you and your little birdie here are going to take a short trip.” Dawson stepped back as the other men crowded the room. Jacki smiled as she was thrown from the fourth story window after her boyfriend. She’d finally learned how to fly.
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