Page 159 of Gone Before Goodbye
“I didn’t want that for you.”
“And that’s why—”
“I wasn’t lying. We followed Trace. He planned on killing you.”
“And if he hadn’t been?”
“There’s no point in talking hypotheticals.”
“I love you,” she says.
Porkchop nods, his eyes now wet with tears too. “I love you too.”
She runs toward him then. She wraps her arms around him and pulls him close. She puts her head on his shoulder. Maggie’s eyes look to the left, to the center of the room, searching and finding that motorcycle, and for a moment, she is certain that Marc is right there, riding it, giving her that smile that always reached into her chest and gently twisted her heart.
It’s over.
“No more secrets,” she whispers again.
But she feels his body stiffen.
“Porkchop?”
He pulls away.
“What is it?”
“The deal I made with Ragoravich.”
“What about it?”
“I didn’t just bring him the medical equipment.”
She waits.
Porkchop looks at her, blinks, then turns to the side. He too is staring at the vintage bike he’d gifted Marc.
“He murdered my boy,” he says.
“I know.”
“He murdered my boy. And there he is, running his mouth, handing me all the same bullshit he told Nadia about how he’d wanted more organ transplants.”
The temperature in the room drops ten degrees. “What did you do, Porkchop?”
“I didn’t kill him.”
“What?”
“I gave him his final wish.”
“What wish?”
He meets her gaze. “More organ transplants.”
His eyes grow cold now, distant.
And then Maggie sees it.
