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I’d rather have Mason and Wilcox more than you. At least they got
results.”
    “You know what?”
Sullivan shot back, a sarcastic smile on his lips. “Those two thugs didn’t know
shit without me. Yeah, they got people to squeal, but I was the one who brought
in the squealers. If it was all on them, we’d never know anything.”
    Fitzpatrick shook his
head. “We could go back and forth on this all day and night. I’m willing to
trust you on this. Besides, that son of a bitch is lucky he works for the USR
or else he’d be heading for a body bag right now. But, if this comes back to
bite us in the ass, I’m holding you personally responsible.”
    “I understand, sir.
That’s why I’m volunteering to lead the surveillance of this prick.”
    “Do what you have to.
Good bye.”
    Sullivan saluted his
boss. Maybe now he could get some answers.

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05
    Kaspar always enjoyed
his morning runs with Krys. The feel of the still cool morning air brushed
against his bare arms as they started to push it a little more. She kept with
him stride for stride as they jogged. She was looking a lot better now than
earlier in the morning. The lesion was covered up with a bandage and she didn’t
look to be in too much pain. Kaspar couldn’t help but wonder to himself how
much longer she could hold up. She was a strong woman, but even she had limits.
Everyone did.
    They turned the corner
on the forest trail and pushed their legs even harder at Krys’s lead. Kaspar
ignored the burning sensation in his legs as he was now keeping up with his
partner. Krys had her hair pulled back in a ponytail and wore black sweats and
a black sports bra. The lack of any other clothing showed off that rose tattoo
that ran down the side of her rib cage almost down to her hip. The image, with
the falling rose petals, took on added meaning over the past several months. He
used to love the tattoo. It even drove him mad at times, but now with her
worsening condition, he couldn’t stand the sight of it.
    “You keeping up back
there?” Krys asked. She turned her head and smiled. “Or are you too busy
staring at my goods?”
    “Both,” Kaspar
replied. She could always read his mind.
    Kaspar struggled for a
moment to catch up to her. Once he did, he matched her stride, and the two
lovers just ran in silence beside each other. Kaspar felt exhaustion run
through is body. He ignored it as he knew they were close, maybe another mile,
to complete their five mile run for the morning. The closer they got, the
harder Krys seemed to push. Kaspar wanted to yell at her and order her to take
it easier. The words never came out as he it was too hard to scold her for
doing what she loved to do. He just wanted to pretend like there was nothing
wrong.
    The inner lie didn’t
last long. Krys stopped dead in her tracks. Kaspar moved in beside her as she
bent her upper body down. Without warning, a river of orange vomit flowed
through her mouth. In all, she did five hard gags, each time with the same
result. On the sixth gag, there was nothing left to be evacuated. She dry
heaved for a few seconds before she slammed her ass down on the tall grass.
    “You okay?” Kaspar
cried as he knelt down beside her. He started to rub at her back.
    “Yeah,” Krys replied.
She pulled out a handkerchief from her pocket. “I’m fine. Just…pushed too hard
is all.”
    Kaspar’s eyes moved up
and down as he studied her. “You don’t look fine.”
    Krys frowned. “I said
I was fine. Just give me a few minutes, okay?”
    Kaspar nodded in
acknowledgment. He stood straight up from his knelt position and just stared
off into the woods. Things were getting bad for her. There was no worse feeling
in the world to Kaspar right now than the feeling of inadequacy. He wished now,
at this moment, that he had the smarts and the know how to fix what was eating
away inside his lover. He promised to protect her, and it was starting to look
like he made another promise he couldn’t keep.
    For her part,