They had more work to do.
“Yeah. I’m going to message Elizabeth. We should head to the local homeless encampment and ask some questions. I know it was likely part of the plan. She’d want to cover bases overthis to eliminate him as being tied to this. If we talk to anyone who knew him in the homeless community, that might give us something.”
Corbin just nodded.
When he didn’t speak, Alex glanced over.
“Hey, you’re pale. Are you okay?” he asked, grabbing his wrist with his hand to connect them. With his fingers over the man’s pulse, he could feel it beating erratically.
Corbin didn’t say anything at first. That one scent was so familiar and comforting that it had him by the throat.
And balls.
Wildly, his libido turned on, when it absolutely shouldn’t, but here he was, feeling things that had been dead a long time.
God.
He missed that.
He missed feeling alive.
Breathing through that attraction, he was infinitely grateful that he was gay, and Alex was not.
That was his emergency kill switch.
“Yeah, I’m good. Let’s go to the homeless encampment. You can drive,” he said, pulling out the keys. “I’ll contact the homicide captain, and get the location,” he offered, doing everything in his power to be able to keep working.
As they were tossed, Alex caught the keys.
He was confused.
Corbin went from fine to being in a bad place pretty damn fast. He wasn’t sure why, but he could tell that he was struggling to talk.
There was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there.
Was it pain?
Had Alex said something?
God knew he recognized it, since he spent a lot of time in that same place.
“Uh, okay,” he said.
But it wasn’t okay.
Now, he was worried.
Something was definitely up with the man, and he was struggling.
He just hoped that whatever it was didn’t bite them in the ass. The team couldn’t have two people falling apart.
That was his job.
It always was.
Because Alex was the weakest link.
* * *The Blackhawk Family* * *
