“So then a visit is scheduled and the prison will arrange for necessary security measures based on the nature of the visit and the inmate’s status.”
“Like what?”
“Additional guards, that kind of thing. Then when we get there, we check in at the visitor entrance and go through security screening. I’ll probably have to leave my gun. Then we’ll have an escort to the designated meeting area, most likely a secure interview room. Then you do your thing.”
“You make it sound so easy.” Bryn scowled. “Will there be people watching?”
“I guess the inmate’s legal representative may be there, and someone from the prison. I’ve not been in this exact situation before, remember?”
“Are we taking the bike?”
“Not today. I want to stop by the store on the way back and pick up some provisions.”
“Yeah?” Bryn’s mood lightened. “Can I pick out stuff I like?”
“Sure. We have a decent budget from Warden.”
“Good. I need Twinkies.”
“Of course you do.”
“Chocolate cream or mixed berry.”
“Not vanilla?” Gunnar gave him a sly grin.
“Really? You’re going there?”
“A totally innocent inquiry, Bryn. What wereyouthinking about?”
“Fuck off.”
“Aw, are you blushing?”
“Two days. We’ve been partners for two days and I already want to kill you.”
“Heh. You lasted two days longer than my first partner. He wanted my head on a plate minutes after he walked through the door. He mistook my sniffing him as something sexual. Never could convince him it wasn’t.”
“Especially when it was?”
“Well, yeah. There is that. You love me really. Get your ass in gear, we need to go. I’ll meet you downstairs.”
Bryn watched him go. “That man has far too much energy for this time of day. Running. Ugh.” He walked through to his bathroom.I wonder what products he uses on that mop of his and…what the actual fuck am I thinking about that for?He cleaned his teeth before risking aglance in the mirror. His eyes weren’t too eerie yet—they were always dimmest after a night’s sleep and brightest after he’d been using his abilities. All attempts at learning ways of dialing down the glow had so far failed. He grabbed his gloves and a jacket from his bedroom and put on his sunglasses.Better go earn the right to keep on breathing, I guess.
Gunnar was waiting outside the conference room door. He thrust a folder at Bryn. “Here. You can read it in the car. Do you own any clothing that isn’t black?”
“No.” Bryn scowled. “How much plaid flannel is there inyourcloset?” He followed Gunnar outside, noting how his broad shoulders barely fit through the doorway.Stop riling the man who could bench press your skinny self, Bryn, you dumbass.
“No dissing the flannel. It’s soft and warm. I like it for the same reason I prefer beaten up Levi’s. Comfort and practicality.”
“How old are you? Fifty?”
“Twenty-seven, you cheeky brat.” Gunnar opened the gate. A black Taurus was parked in the alley.
“Oh my God, could they have picked a more stereotypical vehicle?” Bryn scrambled into the passenger seat.
“You want to drive?” Gunnar dangled the key from a finger.
“You mean it?”
