CHAPTER EIGHT

SHE BRUSHED PAST LINCOLN ON THE STEPS.   HE STEPPED QUICKLY TO CATCH UP TO HER AS THEY CROSSED THE STREET.

“Hayes looks happy,” he said, placing his hand casually on the small of her back to guide her across the – but she slapped it away, hard.

“So help me God,” she hissed through clenched teeth.

Lincoln turned to see if Max had been watching.   But, no.

They got into his car and he radioed in. They were heading to the crime scene at Central Park.   He started the car and pulled into traffic.   There wasn’t a word until they caught a red light three blocks later.

“I’m just a little confused, Gail.   What happened to ‘we can still be friends’?”

She punched him hard on the arm.   Again and again.

“Don’t you ever.   Ever” she shouted, punctuating each ever with another shot to his arm. “Ever come into my house again, John.   Ever!”

“Wha — ?” he began.   “I was just picking you –”

“I know exactly what you were ‘just’ doing and it’s bullshit.” she said.   The light changed and she stopped hitting him and they drove on.   “Look, I’m sorry you left Nina, and I’m sorry I backed out.   No, I’m not sorry.

“I’m not sorry for me.   For my family.   But ‘Us’ is over.   This thing between us is over.

“If you can’t deal with that, then we both need to find another partner.”

They didn’t speak again until they arrived at the park some seventeen minutes later.