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I nodded.

“It’s very lucky that whoever got them took them out before they got a hold of you two,” Baylor told us. “We could have had a very different outcome here today.”

Landry tugged on my hand, and I leaned close so he could press into my chest and inhale me but also whisper. “Who’s Mr. Moss?”

“Conrad.” I replied under my breath even though with the detective still talking no one was paying any attention to us.

“Because of…” He trailed off, knowing I would understand him.

“Yeah.”

“First name?” Landry asked me, as in Conrad’s alias.

“Terrence.”

He took a breath and said, “Terrence.”

“Yes?” Conrad answered, looking at Landry.

“Thank you for taking care of Trev for me and for being his guardian angel.”

“You’re welcome. I promise to always do it.”

“That will help me sleep for the rest of my life.” He exhaled.

“Good,” Conrad told him, and then I felt his hand on the back of my neck, squeezing gently. “So, I have shit to do. You think you can manage to get him home without me?”

I squinted at him, and his smile was huge.

“I guess that answered my question,” he said, and then he turned and walked out the door.

“Is he just leaving?” Jocelyn asked.

Yes, he was, and I was torn, because our relationship was based on specific parameters that I was not supposed to violate. Like when the man wanted to leave, let him. But there had to be more.

“I’ll be right back,” I told Landry and ran after him.

He was almost to the stairwell, and why he was going to walk down sixteen flights, I had no idea.

“Do you need to be away from me?” I asked instead of hailing him.

He turned and looked at me. “Not yet.”

“So can I hug you, or is that too much contact for you?”

“No,” he acceded. “It’s okay.”

I shot forward into his arms and hit him hard and hugged him so he could really feel it, using more force than was necessary.

“Okay,” he muttered under his breath. “I get it, I’m important, now lemme go.”

I stepped back fast because it had been an order.

“I’m going to your place when I get home to take back the gun. You don’t need it, not anymore. My reputation, your new status, it’ll be enough.”

I nodded. I didn’t ask if he knew where the spare key was to get into our apartment; the man had never needed it before. He got in and out all the time without it.

“I was thinking, at least you don’t have to worry about Kady getting what was coming to him anymore. Benji was avenged. You new boss took care of that.”