В сердце большого города скрываются тайны и загадки. Каждое утро открывает новый слой этой истории, напоминая о безвозвратности прошлого. Внутренние драмы и судьбы, переплетающиеся в пространстве и времени, создают непредсказуемую атмосферу будничной мелодрамы.
“I’m so sorry,” I said, gesturing lamely at her belongings.
Tossing the jewelry pouch onto the dresser, Anne shot out a hip and placed a hand on it. “Guess the little pricks didn’t care for Tom Turnip’s taste in gems.”
It took an hour to do the paperwork. The officers promised that crime scene would check for prints, shoe impressions, and tool marks in the morning.
Anne and I thanked them. No one had much enthusiasm. We all knew that her belongings had disappeared into the black hole of petty theft.
Ryan stayed.
When the cops had gone, Ryan offered his place as refuge. I looked at Anne. She shook her head no. Her eyes told me the adrenaline was yielding to the alcohol.
Anne and I did some rough cleanup while Ryan went in search of duct tape, cardboard, and plastic. When he returned, we watched him construct a temporary patch on the French door. Then Anne excused herself and disappeared into the bathroom.
Watching Ryan drop the extra tape into a paper bag, I realized I hadn’t a clue why he’d come.
“I don’t know how to thank you,” I began.
“No thanks required.”
“I’ve been so caught up in this”—I waved an arm at the mess behind me—“circus, I haven’t even asked why you stopped by.”
Ryan laid the bag on the coffee table, straightened, and placed a hand on each of my shoulders. For a long moment, he said nothing. Then his face softened, he brushed hair from my cheek, and his hand went back to my shoulder.
When I thought I could bear his silence no longer, he spoke.
“I’m going to be scarce for a while.”
Stomach clutch. Here it comes. The end of the end.
“I can’t go into details, but it’s big—CUM, SQ, RCMP, even the Americans are involved. Op’s been under way for several months.”
A moment went by before I got it.
“You’re talking about a police sting?”
“Claudel’s in, so’s Charbonneau. I’m not compromising anything by telling you that.”
My mind was just not forming the links.
“Why are you telling me that?”
“Claudel’s lack of interest in your pizza bones.
“You’ll be away?”
“It’s not what I want.” The hint of a smile. “Comes with the glamour and the big bucks.”
I looked down at my hands.
“I hate to leave you alone with this.”
“I didn’t call for backup, Ryan. You dropped in.”
“I don’t like the look of this, Tempe.” Ryan’s voice was gentle.
“It’s not a big deal.”
I could feel cobalt eyes roving my features.
