Chapter 27

“We both need to shower,” Reid said. “We smell of smoke. And no, we won’t do it together. That could lead to something neither of us have the energy to deal with right now.”

“Like finishing what we started earlier, before some bastard decided to try to kill me? For that, alone, I owe him,” Michael replied as he put his bag beside the dresser.

“Weowe him,” Reid said, giving him a hug. “Eventually he’ll pay.”

Michael nodded, returning the hug. After taking a pair of sweatpants and his kit from his bag, he went down the hallway to the bathroom. He showered quickly, washing away the physical reminders of what they’d gone through, if not the mental ones. All he could think about was how close they’d come to being another statistic on the list of murders in the city. Right under Ms. Lee and Trask. It’s not happening. The killer’s going to make a mistake and then the cops will arrest him and I can go back to living my life. With Reid in it, I hope.