“It wouldn’t have worked,” Teague barely whispered. Not unless one of us was willing to change. And if one of us did, he’d resent it in the end, which would tear us apart and hurt worse than my leaving now does.
Teague closed the front door gently behind him before going to the car. As he drove away, he felt as if he was leaving a part of himself behind and knew he’d never be whole again. Not unless…And that will never happen. 14
Teague poured himself into what needed to be done at the agency, dealing with clients, working on some of the cases that needed his input or skills. Anything to keep his mind off of Hoyt and what might have been.
When he came into work Monday morning, a week after leaving Faircrest, he found a message from Captain Davis asking him to call. He did, and once the usual polite opening words were over with, the captain got down to business.
“I finally got to question Mr. Irwin.”
“With a lawyer present?”