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"Mhmm."
"Any trouble?"
"Not much," she said. "Definitely not Jeb Clark levels of trouble."
She paused, picturing Ethan Morgan's look of satisfaction when he'd cuffed the man who'd once beat him as a boy.
She was impressed with Ethan's self-control, even in the face of all of it. He'd never once tried to get his revenge, but had stuck to his job. When he'd had a chance to shoot it out with Jeb, he'd instead employed his words, defusing the situation.
She knew not every encounter could end so cleanly, and some officers might make the argument that he'd endangered others by not going full lethal at the offset.
She wasn't sure what to think, but she admired Ethan nonetheless for it.
"You coming back here?" Ethan said.
"On my way," she replied.
"Alright. Be safe. See you soon."
Rachel hung up, feeling an odd sense of satisfaction.
Her eyes traveled to the rearview mirror again, and she nearly jumped out of her skin.
Caldwell was staring right at her.
"What?" she snapped.
He didn't look so drunk now. Perhaps his metabolism was impressive, or maybe, like she'd feared, he'd been playacting.
His hands were still cuffed, though, and his voice somewhat slurred as he said, "I know how it looks..."
"Oh?" she said slowly, raising an eyebrow. She surreptitiously tapped the recording icon on her phone, leaving it in the seat next to her. "How what looks?"
"Three of my clients end up dead. I saw it in the news."
"Mhmm."
"But... I knew how it would appear."
"So that's why you ran?"
"Yes. Well... somewhat."
"Why not just come in and explain things to us." She didn't believe what he was saying, but the more he talked, the bigger chance he might incriminate himself.
"It... it wouldn't have mattered," he said. "You know about my background."
She hesitated. She hadn't seen anything on his background check, but instead of saying this, she said, "Which part?"
He didn't notice anything in her tone. Instead, he just sighed and said, "It was a long time ago... I... I was a different person back then."
"I see."
"I didn't think... I wasn't trying to hurt her. I thought she liked me."
"And this was the time when..." Rachel trailed off, hoping he'd fill in the details.
"I was seventeen!" he added quickly.
