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I look down. “She doesn’t…”
“Ah, now we’ve found a heaping pile of it. It’s where your brain should be.” I look up. He goes on. “She turned on everything and everyone she’s ever known. All the people she loves most, she chose you over them.”
“That was—“
“For some mission she learned about two seconds before? No. To save your sorry ass. To be with you, stand beside you. Because?”
I pull on the back of my neck. “Even if she did love me, she doesn’t anymore. I think I lost her.”
“Hm,” He looks back at the house. “And when you watch her like a creep late at night on the hidden cameras. In her bed, alone, what does she do?”
“If Robbie is watching my wife in the night—“
“You watch her. I know you do. And what do you see her doing?”
“Crying.”
He nods. “There you go.”
“Um, don’t know if you missed it, but she’s been through some recent trauma.”
O checks his watch. “She has all day to cry about that. At night, she cries because she misses you. She still loves you. And you are failing at all of your many jobs because you love her.”
“Wait, what?”
“Mark. Wake up and smell your unsettling and inappropriate amount of coffee. You told her your deepest secrets. You put your life and all our lives in her hands. And then you fucked it up. Now, you’re miserable without her. You barely eat, you barely sleep, you barely work. Up is down, down is sideways. You’re even more unbearable than usual, according to your staff’s texts to one another. You’re emotional, volatile and lost.” My shoulders sag a bit. He’s right. I do feel totally lost. “Mark, my boy, if you’re feeling lost, go home.” He looks past me. I turn and see a silent vehicle approach. Its exterior is a mirror gray that makes it so stealthy I think it could have driven right past unnoticed.
“I’ll be in touch.” He steps and opens the door of the car that’s stopped in front of us. Looks like a cross between a futuristic sports car and a tank. His smug smile is back. “To be clear when I said home I meant Ellie. Ellie is your—“
“I got it, fuck, get out of here, old man.” I say, feeling eight years old again as he wags his eyebrows and smiles wide. Then, without an engine rev or a tire crunch, the car pulls away.
I turn and look at my darkened house.
Time to go home.
CHAPTER 47
Mark
Mark: All hands. ASAP.
Robbie: I’m avail
Gailo: We’re *shocked* you’re free, buddy.
Zander: 30 min
Van: ears only for me
Gailo: 30 min is fine
Robbie: So Gailo, you’re also free.
Mark: STFU and just be there
Van: Maybe I’ll pass
Zander: Yeah that was not a good sell
