“It’s my choice. He’ll forget me soon enough when I’m gone. He’ll find someone who’s good for him which is for the best. Right?”
Gavin smiled. “Who are you trying to convince? Me or you?”
“Both of us,” I replied ruefully. But mostly me and I knew it.
“As you said, it is your choice. I think it’s the wrong one. That said, I’d better go find Lorne and try to convince him we should head home. Given his reaction before he stalked out of here, it might not be all that hard to do.” He gripped my shoulder. “Stay in touch with me. I might need your help from time to time.”
Surprised, not to say shocked, I replied, “Are you kidding me?”
“Nope. We’ve been known to use outsiders on some of our cases, when warranted. People like you, though usually they’re small-time crooks looking to get out from under something they’ve been charged with. It’s frowned on, but the big brass don’t come down on us if it works—if they even find out.”
“I’ll…think about it.”