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gets kind of gross. I just wanted to get to know you and let you get to know me without all that bullshit. Can you understand that?"
"I guess. So…what happens now? Are you going to arrest me?"
"Of course not. But this is a real problem."
"I know."
"You don't."
"Of course I do." I looked glumly at him. "You can't risk your career by dating me, right? You can comfort me since I'm hysterical but that's it."
He nearly exploded. "What? Fuck that. I know you're not a criminal. And we have a union and lawyers to help if I did get into some shit. My job isn't the issue at all."
"What is?"
"I just came off a six-month undercover operation. It's a huge case with some seriously bad people. When it goes to trial it will be massive. This, whatever," he shook his head, "situation could overturn everything I did, all the evidence I provided if someone spins it the wrong way."
"Oh." No wonder he'd been so mad. My big mouth could cost him everything and put really evil people back on the street. "God," I sobbed. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault." He held me tight again. "Please don't cry."
"I can't seem to stop."
"Try, for me?"
I sniffled for a while and nodded. "Okay,"
"Here's the thing. I told you about my case because that's what I was thinking about last night. And I wanted to be honest. But now? This is bigger than I thought."
"I get it, Sam. You're sweet to meet me here, but I understand you can't help me. I'll go to the station, tell them what I know. I'll keep your name out of it."
"Carly, no." He held me by the upper arms, looking intently into my eyes. "You don't understand what I'm telling you. From what you've said and some things I can't explain right now, I think this could be related to my other case."
"What?"
"I know it's weird, but I was…" He paused and looked a little sheepish. "I looked into your boss last night. I couldn't get much information from his file but there were a few things in the summary that I remember hearing about before. The details don't matter, but I think you've stumbled into something here."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you can't report this. You can't tell anyone else what you saw, what you did."
"But I have to!"
"You can't ."
"Why?"
"The people involved. This isn't some half-assed operation with your boss at the helm. He's at the bottom rung of a very tall ladder. And the people at the top would be perfectly fine killing him, and you and anyone else they need to."
My fears from the first day I'd seen the pills came flooding back. "This is a mob thing."
"Yes. Look, I shouldn't be telling you any of this but you need to know."
I trembled. "So what do I do? Nothing?"
"No. We're going to do something."
"We?"
"We. I need your help but after that you're out of this."
"I don't understand."
"Remember how I told you to keep your phone on while you walked over here?"
"Yes."
"Well I want you to take this one back to work with you and leave it in your boss's office. It's a burner, unregistered."
"Why do you have that?"
"Just an old habit from my assignment. But it's coming in handy right now. We don't have time for an elaborate plan, we have to make do." He handed me the phone, holding my hand for a moment. "Is there somewhere you can put it without him finding it?"
"I think so."
"Okay. You do that and I'll handle the rest."
"Sam, come on. You have to give me a little more than that."
He sighed and looked around the empty room. "I need a recording of his voice on my phone. I can take it in as part of my investigation and get the team to look into him. He'll never know you were involved and everything will be fine. For you, at least. You'll be safe." His voice broke a little at the last word and I grabbed his head and kissed him.
Sam's lips parted against mine and he returned the kiss hungrily. Our teeth scraped together and our arms tightened around each other. As if the air was poison and the only safe oxygen was inside us, we desperately shared our breath, not
"I guess. So…what happens now? Are you going to arrest me?"
"Of course not. But this is a real problem."
"I know."
"You don't."
"Of course I do." I looked glumly at him. "You can't risk your career by dating me, right? You can comfort me since I'm hysterical but that's it."
He nearly exploded. "What? Fuck that. I know you're not a criminal. And we have a union and lawyers to help if I did get into some shit. My job isn't the issue at all."
"What is?"
"I just came off a six-month undercover operation. It's a huge case with some seriously bad people. When it goes to trial it will be massive. This, whatever," he shook his head, "situation could overturn everything I did, all the evidence I provided if someone spins it the wrong way."
"Oh." No wonder he'd been so mad. My big mouth could cost him everything and put really evil people back on the street. "God," I sobbed. "I'm sorry."
"It isn't your fault." He held me tight again. "Please don't cry."
"I can't seem to stop."
"Try, for me?"
I sniffled for a while and nodded. "Okay,"
"Here's the thing. I told you about my case because that's what I was thinking about last night. And I wanted to be honest. But now? This is bigger than I thought."
"I get it, Sam. You're sweet to meet me here, but I understand you can't help me. I'll go to the station, tell them what I know. I'll keep your name out of it."
"Carly, no." He held me by the upper arms, looking intently into my eyes. "You don't understand what I'm telling you. From what you've said and some things I can't explain right now, I think this could be related to my other case."
"What?"
"I know it's weird, but I was…" He paused and looked a little sheepish. "I looked into your boss last night. I couldn't get much information from his file but there were a few things in the summary that I remember hearing about before. The details don't matter, but I think you've stumbled into something here."
"What does that mean?"
"It means you can't report this. You can't tell anyone else what you saw, what you did."
"But I have to!"
"You can't ."
"Why?"
"The people involved. This isn't some half-assed operation with your boss at the helm. He's at the bottom rung of a very tall ladder. And the people at the top would be perfectly fine killing him, and you and anyone else they need to."
My fears from the first day I'd seen the pills came flooding back. "This is a mob thing."
"Yes. Look, I shouldn't be telling you any of this but you need to know."
I trembled. "So what do I do? Nothing?"
"No. We're going to do something."
"We?"
"We. I need your help but after that you're out of this."
"I don't understand."
"Remember how I told you to keep your phone on while you walked over here?"
"Yes."
"Well I want you to take this one back to work with you and leave it in your boss's office. It's a burner, unregistered."
"Why do you have that?"
"Just an old habit from my assignment. But it's coming in handy right now. We don't have time for an elaborate plan, we have to make do." He handed me the phone, holding my hand for a moment. "Is there somewhere you can put it without him finding it?"
"I think so."
"Okay. You do that and I'll handle the rest."
"Sam, come on. You have to give me a little more than that."
He sighed and looked around the empty room. "I need a recording of his voice on my phone. I can take it in as part of my investigation and get the team to look into him. He'll never know you were involved and everything will be fine. For you, at least. You'll be safe." His voice broke a little at the last word and I grabbed his head and kissed him.
Sam's lips parted against mine and he returned the kiss hungrily. Our teeth scraped together and our arms tightened around each other. As if the air was poison and the only safe oxygen was inside us, we desperately shared our breath, not
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