Fucking perfect. The last thing we need to do is show our association with Greer and have to explain that. Greer would have a conniption; he likes his jobs kept completely separate.
The man in question glares at me when I merely poke my head through the door instead of opening it properly.
“What the hell are you doing?”
“Shoo.” I gesture for him to step back and then go out into the hallway with him.
“You having an orgy in there or something?”
“Nah, I’d have invited you inside,” I reply with a grin. “I hear you and Six like to be watched.”
“You heard that, did you?” he says dryly. “Seriously, why the fuck are you making me stand out in the hallway?”
“Henry is here for dinner.”
Greer frowns, dark eyes flashing. “What the fuck? Why?”
“He and Ken have some weird friendship going on.”
“By weird, you mean…?”
It’s my turn to scowl. “No,” I snarl. “He tries to touch Kendrick, and you’re gonna be looking for a new partner while investigating what happened to your old one.”
He raises an eyebrow at me and says nothing.
“I’m assuming you aren’t visiting to have dinner with us.”
Greer shoves a hand in his pocket. His suit’s wrinkled, and now that I’m looking closer, he looks tired. Not that it’s unusual; he always looks like that. He works more than any of us, like he has something to prove. Like if he stops, he’ll be swallowed whole. I know what the other cops at the precinct think about him, and it’s laughable. He hides too much of himself; I wonder ifheeven sees it all? I doubt anyone but Six sees all of him.
“Your man Jack is in the wind.”
Not what I was expecting. “What? How?”
“We got the warrant, found his little box of treasures, right where you said they’d be. Went to his workplace to arrest him. They haven’t seen him for three days. Daughter claims she doesn’t know where he is. Neither do other family members, neighbours, friends. He’s gone to ground.”
Fuck. “He knew you were coming.”
“Yeah, looks like. Hunter and Jericho are approaching some of their contacts, see if we can’t flush him out. Considering his background, there’s a chance he’s going to slip the net.”
“He’s dangerous. No matter where he goes, we have to follow him.”
He nods. “Yeah. If we confirm he’s no longer in the state, then we’ll reach out and have everyone looking for him, outside ofofficial channels. I’ll get it marked for cold cases and log it with the rest so we can make him disappear without questions. As long as he’s six feet under, I don’t care who does it.”
I’d much rather be the one to do it, but he’s right. So long as he can’t hurt anyone else, it doesn’t matter who takes the shot. “Let us know if you turn anything up.”
Greer puts his hand on the door before I can open it. “There’s a chance he’s still here, Spence. And he’s watching you two. Be careful, okay?”
“Are you worried about me?” I tease. He’s not wrong. Irene’s murder was done in a way that was specifically aimed at us, for taking the thrill of his kill from him, for taking away the recognition he thinks he deserves. We swept Veronica’s murder under the rug, and he didn’t like it.
“Just keep your fucking gun close and stop being a smartass.”
“I can only do one of those things.”
Greer leans in close. “He’s stayed under our radar. If I get another phone call about broken legs or kidnapping, I swear to God I will murder both of you and stage it as a suicide, understand me?”
I knock my forehead against his gently. “Don’t stress so much, man, you’ll get wrinkles.”
He calls me a particularly inventive name and then stalks off, phone already in his hand. I do love putting him in a bad mood right before he goes home to Six. Inevitably, he’s gonna say the wrong thing, and Six will have him on his knees.
