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The man nodded and backed out of the room, leaving Von alone to contemplate his life choices.
God.
It was damn difficult to find a good soldier to do some dirty deeds.
And it was frustrating as hell.
* * * Poe & Gamble * * *
The Hospital
First Stop
Monday Four P.M.
When they arrived at the location, the media was already out and about, and that was because they likely followed Poe from his home.
Son of a bitch.
That didn’t make him happy. People all over them upped Gamble’s concerns for Poe’s safety.
So now, he had to be careful.
Gamble helped his man inside of the hospital, and the receptionist at the desk told them where to go.
The morgue.
Holding his hand, Gamble walked with Poe toward the morgue, knowing the man was not having a good time.
He was shaking.
When he got him down there, he saw a vending machine not far away, and it was time to distract the man as best he could.
This shouldn’t take too long. Poe had given him the name of the mortuary before getting to the hospital, when they drove right past it.
It was about getting the body released.
“Sit right here,” he said, going over to pull out some coins from his pocket to get him a tea.
When it was done dispensing, he carried it to his man, and sat beside him, temporarily.
“Here,” he said. “It’s likely going to suck. Nothing delicious comes out of a vending machine outside of a morgue—or so I’ve experienced.”
Poe didn’t care.
He was so cold, and his hands were shaking. Deep down, he knew he was on the cusp of a panic attack.
So, he heeded Gamble’s advice and sipped it.
Yep.
He was right too.
“It’s dreadful,” he said. “It’s the equivalent to tea I’ve had in…”
Gamble lifted a brow.
“My travels,” Poe said, not wanting to insult his American boyfriend. It was just common knowledge that the British did tea far better.
