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“For me as well. I know who and what I’m fighting Linds, but I can’t keep fighting myself. Sometimes I think it would have been better if I’d have stayed with Connor till the end.”
“You mean died with him?” Lindsey sat up and looked into the wide blue eyes and frowned.
“Yeah. It would have been so easy to let go and end it with him. He didn’t want me to. He really didn’t. He pushed me out of there. I never got to hold him or say goodbye or kiss him. He just said go, that’s an order and like a scared rabbit I ran.” His soft voice was full of self-loathing.
“Peter don’t, it doesn’t help. We both left him, we all left him because we respected him enough to do as he told us, we couldn’t know what he intended.”
“I knew.” Peter fiddled with the belt of his robe.
“What?”
“Before all hell broke loose I cornered him in one of the bunk rooms, he looked terrible, when I’d asked him earlier he snapped at me which he never did. Not even when he was white with anger, he never took it out on me. I reached for him and like always he came into my arms, he was shaking and I turned his face up to kiss him and he pushed me away. It didn’t register till later, on the way back, but he was worried that the eggs could be transmitted by body fluids. So you see, I didn’t even get to say goodbye or tell him that I loved him, because in the end we’d fought.”
“About Hannah?”
“Partly, because he wouldn’t tell me what was going on, and every night I relive that night, seeing everything that I should have seen and knowing I couldn’t prevent his death I should have had the courage to at least go with him.”
“One man in a thousand.” Lindsey smiled sadly.
“Solomon says, will stand more close than your brother, but the thousandth man will stand by your side to the gallows foot and after. Kipling.” Peter finished the quote.
“You think you can sleep now?” Lindsey slipped between the cool sheets and turned to face him.
“I don’t know.”
“Try Peter, try to remember the good stuff.”
“I don’t seem able to remember any. Peter scooted down into the bed and shed the robe.
“Remember the time we were on that stupid case in Vale and we got it finished in what was it?”
Peter chuckled, “Three hours. I think it’s still the shortest case we ever worked on.”
“Who would have guess that kids painting snow bunnies with fluro paint could cause so much trouble.”
“Didn’t help the bunnies either.” Peter frowned.
“No but then Connor decided to teach me how to ski.”
“And you spent the day on your butt.”
“Wet and aching and all you could do was laugh at me.” She poked him in the chest for emphasis.
“Well it was funny especially when you started the snow ball fight.”
“I did not.”
“Yes you did you threw a lump of snow at Connor and he bent down and threw one back at you.”
“Yeah, but it really got funny,” Lindsey began to laugh, “when we saw that you were sitting all prim on that rock laughing hysterically and Connor and I looked at each other and we both decided that it was your turn.”
“Hey no fair I got bruises from that.” Peter began to laugh with her remembering the event. “You guys ganged up on me.”
“No we didn’t you had a rock.”
“Fat lot of good it did me too, 2 square feet doesn’t cover a whole lot.”
“We were drenched and sore from laughing.”
“Connor and you tickled me.” Peter smiled his face relaxing.
“Till you couldn’t breath. Damn I never put it together.”
“What?” Peter pushed a strand of hair from her face.
“What Connor said to you and that smile.”
“I don’t remember.”
“He said, C’mon babe, you could do with a hot shower and you smiled and Connor just got to his feet and helped me up.”
“He made a lot of slips, I guess most people just never noticed them.”
“Or put it together. I used to see that smile a lot when you were with Connor. I miss it.” Lindsey leant forward and kissed him chastely on the lips and traced his cheek with her fingers. He closed his eyes at the feather light touch and slept.
~~~***~~~
Russell Sinclair stopped in his restless orbit of the palatial office and loosened his tie. The night deepened outside and he worried. His fingers bit into the palm of his hand as he looked at Dawson’s’ face reflected in the high office window.
“Tell me again.”
“Dec Ostmeier refused to give us the chemical composition of Nexus and the method for transference. Our people can’t reproduce in the quantity required or quality until we get the details.”
“And the formula is where?”
“New mob, the OSIR have samples and extensive research into the drug and it’s delivery method. We think that they have the details locked down in their computers.”
“Who do we have that can get inside the offices?”
Dawson shook his head. “No one sir. Their security is top notch, we’d need to get the chemist or a hard copy of their research.”
“Tell me again about this Shonbrin.”
“We’ve got him on ice, he runs the local venue where the kids died. Been helping a couple of their people.” Dawson opened a pocket book and scanned the digital readout. “Peter Axon, one of their scientists had dinner with him this evening.”
“And where is this Axon now?”
“Holed up at the Four Seasons with his girlfriend.”
“Alright, convince Mr. Shonbrin to make another call to the hotel and have him ask to meet with him, it’s a matter of urgency.” Russell waved a hand at the youth and poured a scotch, as he passed a worried hand through his dark red hair.
~~~***~~~
Lindsey edged herself up from sleep and uncurled at the strident tone of the phone. She scowled at the clock and padded softly to answer it before it could wake Peter.
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