Not near enough.
It was still feeble, but she kept at it.“No Chaos.No you.Get out.”
“Rosie, we got them then the cops got them so you’re safe,honey.But Iwannamake sure you’re safe so—”
“I neverwannasee you again.”
Snap froze.
“Get out,” she reiterated.
“Rosie,” he whispered.
“Everett, go.”
She pulled out his real name.
This was more serious than the serious he already knew itwas.
He tried again, mostly because he couldn’t give up.
“Got up in Speck’s shit, Rosie.Brothers are pissed.Werolled out on Bounty.All of us, we claimed you as one of our own.This didn’tstand, Rosalie.”
“I won’t say it again,” she whispered.“In five seconds I’mhitting the call button.”
He put his hand over hers, which was actually at the callbutton.
She pulled it free, taking the button with her, and hermouth again got tight.
He didn’t push that.
He tried another tack.
He shot her a grin.“C’mon, Scully.It’s me.You know yougot—”
It was the wrong thing to do.
“I’m not Scully and you are definitely not Mulder.We aren’tout fighting for truth, having each other’s backs.”
Shit, that cut.
He leaned closer to her.“Baby, it’s not on Speck.I know,the way it is between us, what we got…I fell down.I fell downlookin’—”
“It’s done, Everett.It’s over.I’m out.And you need to getgone.”
Snap opened his mouth.
She lifted up the call button.
It was time to pull out the big shit.
“I’m in deep with you,” he admitted softly.
“Then dig yourself out,” she returned quietly, but her voicewas harsh, ugly, and not just from having her throat squeezed to shit.
“I’ll go now but I’ll come back,” he told her.
“Don’t.”
