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Greg fiddles with the phone in his pocket.
He can call for backup.
One call to CI Osman and the full might of the law will descend, forensics and analysts and who-knows-what-else in tow.
But he knows, just knows, in his gut, that The Assistant – Alex – would get away. Easily.
And deeper than that, something is gnawing at him. Something he hasn’t figured out yet. Weirdly, he thinks Alex would be disappointed in him now, if he drew it all to a close.
Why does he care?! This is about right and wrong. This is about punishing those who think they’re above it all, that the rules don’t apply to them.
MONTHS he’s spent pursuing this case, trying to pin this man down. MONTHS.
Why does he not want it to end?
Maybe the answer is right there. Months. Greg will never repeat it, but he hears what people say. He has a certain charm… a magnetism, they say. It draws people out. So he gets results faster than other detectives do. He has an insight into human character that some might lack. Often, for him, this job is easy.
Alex made it a challenge. Alex made him work for it. And even now, he’s still guessing. Greg can’t figure him out.
He turns his phone off, and walks out the back door.
Alex has a lit cigarette, but he’s not smoking it. He passes it to Greg. Greg snatches it, inhaling desperately.
“Okay.” Greg exhales, plumes of smoke drifting from his nose. “What do you want?”
Alex looks far too amused for Greg’s liking. “I thought I made that obvious.”
“Your idea of obvious is not very obvious, mate.”
Alex turns to face him, and once more that painfully-blue gaze pierces him.
“I want You.” Alex steps closer. “Mate.” He grins.
The end?