“Do I look…” Felicity began to reply, but the rest of the sentence was an unintelligible murmur.
“What?” Ben asked.
Felicity turned her head and pressed the other cheek against her arms so that she was facing him even though her eyes remained shut. Then, still with a tired mumble, she repeated, “Samantha was blonde. Do I look blonde to you?”
“Dammit, Felicity!” he barked. “This is serious!”
“I think everybody is aware of that,” Constance interjected. “But just look at them, Ben. They’re both exhausted. You aren’t going to get anywhere by arguing.”
My friend ignored her observation and pressed on, aiming his query at Felicity. “So after all this shit, do you at least remember somethin’?”
“Aye, I remember hurting,” she muttered. “I remember that somebody hurt me.”
“That doesn’t get us anywhere now does it?” he snapped.
“Give her a break, Ben,” I made a tired appeal.
“Hey,” he replied in an annoyed tone. “You’re the one that absolutely had to do this right now, so don’t come down on me for askin’ a question.”
“I’m not coming down on you, Ben,” I replied. “I’m just saying lighten up a bit.”
“I’m just doin’ my job.”
“Back off, Storm,” Constance told him. “Give her some time.”
Ben shifted a hard glare quickly onto Agent Mandalay and then snarled, “Yeah, well maybe I just haven’t got as much patience as you.”
“Chill out, Storm,” she returned, shooting him a puzzled expression. “This hasn’t been easy on any of us, least of all Felicity and Rowan.”
Ben started to reply, a wave of anger flooding his features as his lips parted but then caught himself before any words escaped. He closed his mouth and stood staring at her as he worked his jaw, then without saying anything simply stalked through the kitchen and out the back door, giving it a healthy slam in his wake.
“Damn,” Mandalay muttered as she looked after him and then turned to me. “You say you know what’s eating him?”
“Yeah,” I acknowledged. “But I can’t talk about it, Constance.”
“Well he needs to get a handle on it,” she said. “He’s not stable.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Just an FYI,” she continued. “Jurisdiction for this case is technically still in the hands of the local authorities, and once we prove that this is a murder, the lines are going to get blurred even more. The Bureau will stay involved because of the circumstances, but Albright is going to step up, I’ll guarantee it. When she does, I’m not going to be able to cover for him anymore.”
“Do you think she’ll kick him off the Major Case Squad again?”
“Maybe not. It really depends on the need for manpower, would be my guess. With the victim being the Mayor’s daughter, you can bet everyone is going to be pulling duty. A lot of it is going to depend on him.”
“Maybe he can redeem himself in her eyes then. He’s a good cop, Constance.”
“I know he is, Rowan. That’s the problem. That’s what I mean when I say it depends on him. If he keeps acting like he did just now and doesn’t get some help, getting kicked off the MCS will be the least of his worries because he’ll probably lose his badge altogether.”
That was something I already suspected but really didn’t want to hear.
“Helen is still out there, isn’t she?” I asked after a moment.
“Yeah,” she replied, craning her neck to peer out through the atrium. “I think she’s been through about half a pack by now.”
“Let him talk with her. I think she knows what’s going on with him. She’ll get him back on track.”
“Are you sure?”
“Pretty sure, yeah.”
“I hope you’re right, Rowan.”
“Me too.”
“Listen, Row…” Ben began and then paused.
The forlorn chirp of a single cricket sounded in the wake of his abandoned sentence and then fell silent as well. We were standing at the railing of the deck, looking out into the darkened backyard. The dogs were snuffling about on the lawn, disappearing into the shadows and then reappearing as they wandered into the dim furthest reaches of the outdoor lights.
We had spent many a night out here throughout the course of our friendship. Some of them good and some of them we’d both rather forget. Some simply passing time with a cigar and a drink. Others, pondering horrors I had channeled and trying to get a handle on a case.
Once again, here we were, and I think we both knew that this particular night would be one of those we’d rather forget but simply wouldn’t be able to help but remember in painfully graphic detail.
It was pushing three in the morning. I had put Felicity to bed, and after Helen checked in on her, both she and Constance left. There didn’t seem to be much else we could do for the time being, and everyone desperately needed some rest.
The carbs in the sports drink had kicked in, giving me not exactly a second wind, but enough energy to at least get up and move. I had pulled down a pair of tumblers and filled them each with ice and a healthy measure of Royal Salute before heading out the back door to check on my brooding friend.
He had simply shot a quick glance at me when I sat the drink on the railing next to him but remained silent. It had taken all of five minutes before he finally spoke.
“It’s okay,” I told him.
“No it isn’t,” he replied, shaking his head. “I acted like a fuckin’ asshole in there.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “You did.”
“You don’t have to agree with me so fast, Kemosabe,” he offered with a slight grin.
“It’s okay,” I replied. “You definitely acted like an ass. But, I think I’ve probably done the same to you.”
“Yeah, you have.” His grin spread a little wider. “So, how’s Firehair?”
“She’s okay,” I replied, and then took a sip of my drink. “She crashed awhile ago.”
“I guess I’ll apologize to her later.”
“It’s all good. She’s got pretty thick skin.”
“Yeah, she’s a tough one,” he agreed. “That’s a fact.”
My friend looked down at the drink I had poured for him then picked it up and twisted the tumbler back and forth in front of his face. After a moment, he set it back down, this time a full arms length away.
“Thanks, but that’s prob’ly the last thing I need right now.”
“No problem. I understand,” I returned, paused, then asked, “So what now?”
He huffed out a heavy breath. “We keep our mouths shut and hope for a break.”
“Not much of a plan,” I observed.
“Tell me about it,” he replied. “But there’s no way we can confirm she’s dead, so runnin’ off at the mouth’ll just cause problems.”
“Yeah, I can see that.”
We grew quiet again, listening to the ambient sounds of the night. Tires squealed in the distance, and the sound of a roaring engine droned along behind it, eventually fading to nothingness.
“So, where are you staying?” I finally asked.
“Whaddaya mean?” he asked, feigning ignorance.
“We didn’t get a chance to talk earlier, Ben,” I explained. “I know about you and Allison.”
He rubbed his hand across the lower half of his face and sighed heavily through his nose. “How’d ya find out?” he asked. “I run off at the mouth while I was trashed?”
“Not exactly,” I replied. “When you passed out, I called your house. I didn’t want Allison to worry when you didn’t come home.”
“Sorry about that,” he said. “Guess I shoulda told ya’. Felicity know?”
“Not yet.”
“Mandalay?”
“I didn’t figure it was my place to tell her.”
“Thanks.”
I shrugged. “No problem. You’d do the same for me.” I paused for a moment, searching for the right words, then said, “You’re going to want to talk to her, though. She’s returning a favor…” I let my voice trail off.
“Yeah, I know.” He gave a short nod. “And I owe her an apology too.”
“Probably,” I agreed. “So you never answered my question. Where are you staying?”
“‘Nother copper in homicide has some rental property down on Tennessee,” he told me. “It was vacant, so he’s lettin’ me have it on a week-to-week.”