Unlike the Blackhawks, they didn’t have summer tutors to make sure they kept the kids moving forward with their education.
Well, not yet anyway.
A million dollars could buy them some damn good educations, while padding a nice retirement fund.
As she came in, he glanced over.
“Uh, are you okay?”
She nodded.
“We need to talk.”
His eyebrow went up.
“Oh, shit. Did you quit your job again?” he asked, the lines around his eyes more prevalent as of late.
The crime rate was killing the cops in the city. They were back-to-back cases, with no downtime in between.
“No, but it is about work.”
He sighed.
When she held out her hand, she led him into their kitchen. That’s when she began selling him on this plan.
“What if you could retire?” she asked him.
That made Kane laugh.
“Oh, well, did we win the lottery?” he asked, joking. “Did you rob a bank?”
Well, maybe.
“In a way, yes.”
Kane stared at her.
“Chrissy, I’m exhausted. Just lay it out. I can’t play‘riddle me this, Native man’,” he said. “I need to catch some sleep so I can go back out and save‘Gotham’.”
She did what he asked.
“Christopher Leonard offered to pay off our house, deposit one million dollars into our bank, and help us move West.”
He stared at her.
“Who do I have to kill? Because I just might.”
She was to the point.
“You don’t have to kill anyone. He needs a new head tech, and Elizabeth needs me. I’d get a promotion, and be back with the team. You could retire because we would have paid this house off. You’d be a full-time dad.”
He stared at her.
“What?” she asked.
“Are you fucking with me, Christina? Because I worked a late one last night, and I’m running on filthy dreams about the wife I have no time to touch, and some coffee.”
She laughed.
