Chapter 6

On hands and knees above Scott, Mark lowered himself down, his weight pressing Scott into the mattress, kissing him.

“God…” Scott muttered against Mark’s mouth.

They both lay immobile for a bit before Mark slid off and stretched out beside him.

“I suppose there ought to be some clean up,” Mark said.

“Mmm, yeah maybe. You still want to try…having me…?”

“Later.”

Neither moved and they both fell asleep.

* * * *

Mark: 2004

Word of a shooting involving another cop always spread through the city in mere minutes. Mark was halfway out the door of his precinct to go talk to a witness on a case when he heard.

“Who was it?” he asked of a colleague.

“A senior uniform guy. I think the name was Hedrich.”

Mark’s mouth went dry and his heart stuttered. “Is he okay?”

“I’m not sure. Word is there was a fatality but I don’t think it was the cop.”

“Where?”

“Down around the end of embassy row. Near 16thStreet.”