“No, and we’re never discussing this. Now, do you want to know about Maggs or not?”
“What? Since when do you keep stuff from me?”
“I had an ingrown hair this morning, right— “
“Okay, right, some things we don’t share.” Joe raised a hand. “And this family thing, you need to talk I’m your man.”
“I won’t.”
Fin drove slowly down the road and told Joe what he knew about Maggs. Starting with the bank robbery and her reaction.
“And you think it was way more than just a scared reaction?”
“I do. It struck me that what was happening was triggering a memory inside her.”
“Like PTSD?” Joe asked.
“Yeah. Same thing on the road when we heard that bomb from the military base.”
Joe whistled.
“There’s more.” He told Joe about the scar on her arm too.
“Christ, what the hell happened to her over there?” Joe looked grim now.
“I don’t know, but I think it’s likely it’s connected to what happened in that shooting.”
“The one she told Bailey she wasn’t hurt in, and all was good?”
“Yup.”
“Well, hell.”
“So watch her, okay? We both need to watch over her now,” Fin added.
“That’s a given, and I have to tell Bailey.”
“I knew you would.”
“It’s how we work, Fin.”
“Understand that, and Bailey can maybe get Maggs to talk.”
“If anyone can, it’s my wife. She just sits there staring at you silently until you break. It’s a skill, bud. She can get me to tell her anything.”
“That’s pathetic. Man the fuck up. Seriously, you should have that shit under control by now.”
Joe’s smile was slow but it filled his face.
“I don’t think I’ll ever have that under control. I wake every day wondering what I did right to have her come back into my life.”
“It’s a beautiful thing, what you two have,” Fin said. “You both deserve it after such a shit start in life.”
“Thanks, and yes, it is beautiful.”
“Do we hug or something now?”
“No, we’re good. So your folks—”
