Page 106 of Missing Justice
“You should go.”
“I’m not leaving you.”
In short, this sucked. For a solid ten seconds he considered walking out of here. Shirtless or not, they still had a kid to find and the investigator in him, the guy who wanted to solve every case, who’d been rejected by the feds, wanted to show those bastards up.
Except, Taylor had his back. They’d worked this case together. Put aside the competition between them, the booze, and that driving need to one-up each other and formed a partnership. She’d risked everything for this case. Put it all on the line to find Baby Jarvis and her moment, that victory, needed to be hers.
A senator’s missing baby.
Jesus, she’d be a hero.
“I’m all set here,” he said. “They’ll stitch me up, load me full of antibiotics and send me home. Besides, you said my folks are on the way.” He gripped her hand, met her gaze. “You need to go. Find Walt’s kid, Taylor. Finish what we started. That’s what I need from you. Either that or I’ll walk out of here myself and do it.”
“Not while I’m standing here, you won’t.”
“Then do it for me.”
She set her free hand on his cheek. “Are you sure? I don’t want to leave you.”
“Let me get this straight, Special Agent Sinclair. There is a little boy out there somewhere. He probably has no idea his biological mother was murdered and that he was ripped away from a father who never got to meet him. That kid is most likely living with people who have no idea who he is. And somehow you think babysitting me is more important than finding that little boy?”
“Well,” she said, leaning in and getting close to his lips, “since you put it like that, I’m dumping you for Baby Jarvis.” She kissed him hard then straightened up. “I’ll call you later. And, in case you didn’t hear me before, I’m pretty sure I love you.”
Before he could respond, she grabbed her purse and hustled out the door.
“That’s good,” he said to air, “because I’m pretty sure I love you too.”
