“How do we prove it, though, Roc? If the feds are convinced they have their perps…Are they blind or stupid?”
“If those are my only two choices, I’m going with stupid.”
Captain Pinkerton joined them in backstage dressing room. “Nice job out there ballerinas. Guess you’re free to go get on your cruise, Maroni.” He patted him on the back, then reached for Ridley, but pulled back. “Bon voyage as your fairy skating buddies might say.” He turned to leave.
“Don’t.” Rocco grabbed him by the wrist.
“Don’t what, Maroni?” Pinkerton asked quite gruffly.
“Use derogatory language like that around me. I’m gay. And even if I wasn’t, I don’t like it, not about me or anyone else, especially my partner.”