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“I forgot when Nick died that a lot of people other than me grieved, I also didn’t realize my worth to them and thought, incorrectly it seems, that they wouldn’t be hurt by my absence or miss me.”
“You know differently now?”
“You cross examining me?”
“I’m not thick on the ground with friends, Peter, and for the last few years I’ve considered you as possibly my only friend. I can’t afford to lose you.”
“Something else I failed to consider in my self-loathing moments.” Peter smiled and stretched back.
“Seems a lot of things got lost in the mix and luckily I’m not thin-skinned.” Connor smiled and crossed his arms. “You want to discuss the case or do you want to take some time out?”
“Depends on what you want to talk about I guess.”
“We need to get the cult members in, in order to put your test to the test.”
“And you have nothing to go on?”
“Nothing.”
“Okay, the whisper that did the round years ago was that they manufactured high quality methamphetamine and had several outlets they sold to on their travels.”
“Which would give them a huge income.”
“Considering they are selling mainly to the dance clubs and gay bars.”
“So how do we use that? The knowledge isn’t enough.”
“No, it’s not, but put someone inside Leather’s and see if they want to make a sale.”
“Risky. What if they take a different bite?”
“Hook them either way.” Peter shrugged. “Talk to Jarrod – he’s probably got a couple of agents who can make a connection.”
“None that could fit their profile.”
“I’m not liking where this is going.”
“I know, but it makes sense.”
“To make you bait? That would be almost like my worst nightmare coming true.”
“It wouldn’t happen without full backup and support, you know that.”
“Nicky had full backup.” Peter’s voice was tired.
“I’m sorry; hey, look, grab some rest. I promise we’ll use the option as our last resort. Besides, we are after a purchase for arrest, not to break the cult. The one can follow the other.”
“Yeah, you got Anton’s pills?” Peter stood up and wrapped the brown robe around his body and shivered involuntarily.
“Sure, go to bed. I’ll bring them up.”
“You promised, Connor.”
“And I won’t break that promise. Peter, I’m not Nick; I will be fine,” Connor soothed gently as Peter walked away.
Hours later, Connor stopped by Peter’s door, which had been left ajar, and listened to his friend’s rhythmic breathing, relieved that at the very least he’d offered his friend some solace.
Finding his own would not happen on this night.
***
“Connor,” Lindsay called as she entered his office in the mobile lab.
“You got something?”
“Apart from coffee, no; but Peter might have, come on.” She handed him the Styrofoam mug and lead the way down to the conference room.
Peter’s fingers flew across the keyboard as the display popped up on the main conference screen. Completely engrossed, he heard the others come in but paid them no heed.
“What we have here is a chat board,” Peter said as he answered the response. “Simon is running a diagnostic on it now, trying to pick up the IP address for one user.”
“Which one?” Intrigued, Connor moved closer.
Amid the names that flashed across the screen were some tags that even made Connor blush. His eyes focused on the screen.
“Hang on, he’s coming into private chat now.” Peter frowned.
>>WhoreMaster: So, boy, ASL?
>>willingslave: 38, white male, Boston.
“ASL?” Lindsay asked.
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