my voice low. “We’ve got a situation,” the voice on the other end said, brisk and all business. “Double homicide downtown. Looks like cartel retaliation.” I clenched my jaw, leaning against the wall as the details spilled out. The city never
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slept, and neither did the monsters hiding in its shadows. “You’re the closest agent,” the voice continued. “I need you there, now.”} Send me the address,” I replied, ending the call before I could overthink it. The address pinged a second later,
but I didn’t open it right away. Instead, I stood there in the dimly lit hallway, my head tipped back against the wall. What the hell was I doing? I’d told myself I wasn’t looking for anything tonight, but I’d taken her home anyway. Let her see a part of me I’d buried for a reason, even if it was
just for a few hours. And now I was slipping out like a coward, running back to the only thing I knew how to do work. I stepped back into the bedroom, moving quickly to gather the rest of my clothes. She stirred again, this time opening her eyes, her gaze landing on me as I tugged my shirt over my
head. “You’re leaving,” she said, her voice still heavy with sleep but laced with understanding.} I have to, {I said, not meeting her eyes. She sat up, the sheets slipping down to her waist, but she didn’t try to stop me. “Is this how it always is for you? One foot out the door?” I paused, my hand
gripping the doorknob.} Yeah, {I admitted, my voice rough.} That’s just how it is. {She didn’t say anything else, and I didn’t wait for her to. Leaving her behind, I step out into the cold night air, the sharp chill biting at my skin as I made my way to the car. The
drive to the scene was a blur, my mind too full of static to focus on the road. Her face lingered in my thoughts, the way she’d looked at me like she was trying to understand something I didn’t even understand about myself. By the time I pulled up to the crime scene, the guilt
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