he couldnât do anything that would maybe, even slightly, hurt Oberon.
The cop stared at him for a moment, then back down at the gun. âAnd youâre just keeping it in your coat pocket for safe keeping? Is that what youâre telling me?â
âThis just happened. I havenât had a chance to find a safe place for it.â
Oberon dumped the coat on the couch. âI know a very safe place for it.â Checked it for bullets. Whistled softly. âAnd fully loaded, too. How joyful.â
âLook, just trust me on this one, okay? Iâm just trying to ⦠help out a certain man who is now not among the living. Thatâs all.â
âAh!â Oberon responded. âYou mean like when I helped you to the extent that I risked my pension to have you put in the drunk tank so you could clean the junk out of your veins? You mean like that?â
He looked Oberon dead in the eye as he said, âYeah. Just like that. Trust me on this one, okay? I wonât let you down, Oberon. I wonât.â
There was an uncomfortable silence as both men looked at each other, trying to gauge what the other one would do if things ran one way or another. After a long moment, Oberon came over. Handed the gun to him. âIâm trusting you, Mark, more than Iâve ever trusted another human being in my life. If that gun comes onto my radar again, especially if it was used in a crime, I will fall on you like the devil himself. Are we clear?â
âCompletely.â
âIf Mother Mallen could see me now,â Oberon said as he shook his head and went to the door, âsheâd have my hide for letting you keep that thing. Donât make me regret it, Mark.â
Thirteen
âYouâre making me regret this, Mark,â Chris said quietly as she stirred the cup of coffee in front of her. âCanât you go back to regular police work?â
They sat in the diner that belonged to the Seal Rock Inn, a small motel way out at the west end of the city, overlooking the Pacific. They sat huddled together at a small table, the one farthest away from the windows. The meeting place had been his call, one heâd made on the fly. It wasnât great, and he couldnât be seen being here for long, not in this place, not with a woman who was so obviously not a hooker or a pusher. But sheâd sent the text, using the code theyâd together set up before he went underground. Sheâd sent him the code that meant it was desperate, and heâd texted back to meet at the first place he could think of that would be safe, using the least amount of time.
âLook,â he told her, âIâm close now. Iâm moving up the chain. Iâm close.â
She shook her head. âWhen you said you wanted to be cop? Back after college? I thought youâd be in homicide or something, capturing murderers. Maybe even moving up, getting promoted, so you wouldnât even be out on the streets with all the crazy, dangerous people.â
âI know,â he answered. âBut to get to that, I need to make a case for myself and my abilities. Thatâs this work, Chris, the work Iâm doing now.â He sat back. Looked out the windows at the ocean. What he wouldnât give then to just be on a boat with her and Anna, sailing away to a new life.
âWhat if something happens to you? What if something happens to Anna, and I canât reach you?â She shook her head. Took a sip of her coffee. âItâs too dangerous. Iâm not sure Iâm cut out for you being on this duty.â
âCome on,â he said, reaching out and stroking her hair, âyou know that even if I agreed with what you were saying, you know it wouldnât be right away, right? I just canât ⦠disappear. And do you think Stevens, or the guys above that fucker would let me just walk away? Now? I canât, Chris.â He took her hand. Held it to his chest.
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