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Lord knows that was the thing I missed most right after my parents.
Hell, I still occasionally get nightmares about that period of my life when I have to sleep on the floor.
I don’t wish that shit on anyone.
His genuine gratitude is expressed in his rapid goodbye waving along with his tone. “Thanks, Wahl!”
The grin he’s tossed is warm yet professional. “Anytime, kid.”
He takes off running, and rather than move a muscle or even indicate that I’m going to, I watch.
I wait.
I stay frozen in place until his arms are around them and theirs are around him becausethisis the reason, I do the shit I do.
Yeah, it’s nice having enough cash to keep my ma comfortable now that she’s stopped working, pay my own way on vacations with my dad’s side, maintain my top of the line truck, and sustain my luxury penthouse situation but all thatpalesin comparison to this feeling that’s swimming around my veins right now.
The one that moneycan’tbuy.
The high that only comes from making an innocent child’s lifebetterthe same way someone once did for you.
And what I likemostabout doing this shit for the private sector versus the alternative?
I don’t have to quit because some overhead asshole has decided it’s been too long or this case is more important or that case might get us better results or a new one has more resources being funneled to it so it matters more.
No.
I don’teverhave to quit.
I get tofinish.
I get tofinishevery mission I start, just like the men my father eventually hired to find and rescue me.
Ironically enough, I now work for thatsame company.
What goes around, comes around some might say.
They rescued me.
And now I rescue clients for them.
Post their initial reuniting moment, I meet up with Blu and journey over to the nearest parking lot where our transport vehicle is waiting for us. He grabs the key cleverly tucked in one of the rims and immediately pops the trunk. His first instinct is to ditch his gear. Get into more comfortable, less restricting wear, especially shoes.
But mine?
Mine is to callher.
To hearhervoice.
Let her hearmine.
Exchange a few words after having to go so long without a single one.
I mean Ilovewhat I do, but Ihatethat it keeps us apart.
Retrieving my cell from my black bag in the back receives the expected eyeroll, which is easy to ignore, especially considering how long we’ve been working together. I hit number two on my speed-dial – although we both know she’d be number one if it weren’t for voicemail – and anxiously listen to the ringing.
The first is typical.
