Page 117 of Duty and Desire
Finally, Hawk spoke.
“Gut?”
“Yeah.”
“How sure?”
“Very.”
“We’ll take him tonight. You’re wrong, we’ll figure it out.”
“I’m right, I want in.”
A moment then…
“She’s under your skin,” Hawk murmured.
“She’s not under my skin. I sleep on her couch. I guard her. But when this is over, she’ll be in my life. My choice? For the rest of it. So that’s not under my skin. She’s just going to be a part of me.”
Hawk did not sound surprised when he asked, “And her?”
“That part of where we’re at for her has been difficult to contain.”
“You should have reported this,” Hawk said impatiently.
“I would have, but it’s been contained.”
“It’s been contained,andyou wouldn’t let me pull you off her detail, which, if I knew this, was what I’d fuckin’ do.”
Mo decided not to respond to that.
“So, knowing this, I’ll ask again. Your gut. How sure?” Hawk asked.
“This is our guy.”
“I wouldn’t normally ask, you know it, but?—”
“She was dancing, he was watching me, not her. Second row. Faded-out polo. But new jeans.”
“New jeans?”
Hawk didn’t make that query because he didn’t get it.
He made that query because that nailed it.
“And I’d stake my life that I saw him Sunday in King Soopers,” Mo added.
“We’ll move,” Hawk declared. “Now. And you’re in.”
Thank fuck.
Hawk disconnected.
Mo pulled oxygen through his nostrils.
Then he turned and knocked on the door to Lottie, shouting, “Mo!”
Every inch of his skin crawled. His muscles felt twitchy.
