She busied herself with the medical supplies after this mild rebuke, while Robie stared at his hands.
“What are you, thirty-five?”
“Forty. Just.”
“You’ve got to be former special forces right? Ranger, Delt, SEAL. They all have builds like you, although you’re taller than most of those guys.”
He didn’t answer her.
She cleaned the wound, applied some antibiotics, and then wound gauze around it, taping it securely down.
“I brought some painkillers. Pill or syringe?”
“No.”
“Come on, Robie, you don’t have to play all macho with me.”
“It’s got nothing to do with that.”
“What, then?”
“Knowing your pain tolerance is important. Pills and needles mask it. Not good. I could be slipping and I’d never know it.”
“Guess I never thought of that.”
She put her things away and looked at him. “You can put your shirt back on.”
“Thanks for patching me up. I appreciate it.”
He slipped his shirt back on, wincing a bit as he did so.
“That’s nice to know,” she said, watching him.
“What?”
“That you’re human.”
“I thought you could tell that from my ability to bleed.”
“You need anything else? Hungry? Thirsty?”
“No, I’m good.” He looked down. “This the couch?”
“Yes. Sorry, I’ve only got the one bedroom. But even though you’re tall the couch is extra long.”
“I’ve slept in a lot worse conditions, trust me.”
“Can I?”
He folded his jacket over the arm of the couch. “Can you what?”
“Trust you?”
“You invited me here.”
“That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it.”
He walked to a window overlooking the water. To the north he could see the lights of D.C. The triumvirate of the Lincoln, Jefferson, and Washington monuments were plainly visible. And rising above them all, the colossal dome of the Capitol.
She joined him.
“I like getting up in the morning and seeing that,” she said. “I figure it’s what I work for. Fight for. Defending what those buildings represent.”
“It’s good to have a reason,” said Robie.
“What’s your reason?” she asked.
“Some days I know, some days I don’t.”
“How about today?”
“Good night,” he said. “And thanks for letting me stay here.”
“I know we only just met today, but it feels like I’ve known you for years. Why is that?”
He looked at her. From her expression it wasn’t an idle question. She wanted an answer.
“Looking for a killer bonds people pretty quickly. Almost dying together bonds you even more.”
“I guess that’s probably right,” she said, though her tone spoke of disappointment with his answer.
She got him sheets and a blanket and pillow and fixed up the couch for him over his protests that he could do it himself.
Robie walked over to the window and looked at the monuments again.
Tourist sites, really. Nothing more.
But there could be more, if one thought about it. If one did something about it.
He turned to find Vance next to him.
“You can, you know,” he said.
“I can what?”
“Trust me.”
Robie couldn’t look at her as the lie rolled off his tongue.
CHAPTER
37
They rose the next morning, took turns showering, and had cups of coffee, orange juice, and buttered toast. While Vance was finishing dressing in her bedroom Robie sent Julie a one-word text.
Good?
He counted the seconds until she texted him back. There were only ten of them.
Her text was equally terse.
Good.
He stretched out his wounded arm and checked the bandage. Vance had done a good job rewrapping it after he’d finished showering.
A few minutes later he and Vance settled into her BMW. Neither spoke as they drove toward D.C. The traffic sucked, the horns blared, and Robie could tell that once or maybe twice Vance had been sorely tempted to trot out her fancy blue grille lights and maybe even her gun.
“Robie, I would appreciate if you didn’t mention you stayed at my place last night. I wouldn’t want people to get the wrong idea. And some of the guys I work with could really make something out of nothing with it.”
“I don’t talk to people about the weather, much less where I spent the night.”
“Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.”
She shot him a glance. “I hope you didn’t think I invited you to stay for some reason other than a place to sleep.”
“Never crossed my mind, Agent Vance. You don’t strike me as the type.”
“You don’t strike me as the type either.”
“I need to pick up a fresh set of wheels.”
“You want me to drop you by DCIS?”
“There’s a car rental place on M Street near Seventeenth. Drop me there.”
“What, DCIS can’t spring for fresh wheels for one of its own?”
“What they have is crap. Probably hand-me-downs from the Bureau. I’ll get my own.”
“FBI doesn’t do things that way.”
“FBI has a budget that allows for that. DCIS doesn’t. You’re the eight-hundred-pound gorilla. We’re the underfed chimpanzee.”
She drove to the rental place on M.
Robie got out.
“Do you want to meet me at Donnelly’s?” she asked.
“I’ll get there, I’m just not sure when,” he said.
“Other things to do?” she answered in a surprised tone.
“Some things to think about,” he said. “Some things to dig into.”
“Care to share?”
