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Cessna. He didn’t like anyone flying it, even Jack.
    “You must want to get rid of me.”
    “I want you to see your family.” Scout’s fingers danced on the scarred table. “I have no family. I’m married to this job. But I’m older than you, I don’t know how many more years I’m going to be able to do this. And then what? My parents are long dead, I have no wife, not even an ex-wife I can bitch about. No kids that I know of—a couple cousins I haven’t seen in half a lifetime. You have something damn rare, and though you don’t talk about it, I know you’ve enjoyed your visits with your brothers and sisters. Right, Padre?”
    He nodded. “I’d say so.”
    Jack shuffled, under fire. “Dillon and I have come to terms.” It was good to have his brother back, even though it wasn’t the same as when they were kids. And he was getting used to Dillon’s girlfriend, though he was still wary about the fed. Maybe because she seemed to know too much about him without trying. Jack demanded privacy.
    “I’ve known you for how long?” Scout asked.
    It was a rhetorical question, but Jack answered. “Nineteen years.”
    “Nineteen years,” Scout said before Jack finished. “I buried your puke when you got malaria in fucking Belize, so I think I got some say in your life. Go to San Diego. See your family. It’s not like the team and I are going to up and disappear on you.”
    Jack stared at his beer.
    “You want to,” Scout said.
    “Jack.” Padre spoke quietly and Jack looked at him. “Don’t let your father stop you from doing what you need to do.”
    “I don’t want a confrontation.”
    “I’m not going to tell you what you should do.”
    “You want me to forget.”
    “You can’t forget.”
    Padre was the only person who knew exactly what had happened in Panama that caused Colonel Kincaid to disown his oldest son.
    “You want me to forgive.” Jack could barely say the word while thinking of his father.
    “I don’t want you to do anything. But I know how important reconnecting with your brother has been, how invested you are in your family’s well-being, and how guilty you’ve felt over what happened to Patrick. Sometimes, face-to-face is better than a cell phone. You need a truce.”
    Padre was right. Jack wanted to be in San Diego for his family, but he also needed to be there for himself.
    Jack turned to Scout. “You’ll loan me your plane?”
    “Hell, if I’d known it’d be this easy to convince you, I’d have said you could fly commercial.” Scout laughed. “Yeah, you can borrow her. Just be careful, okay? She’s a bit temperamental, prefers a light touch, and sometimes you’re a might heavy-handed, know what I mean?”
    “I’ll treat her as if she were my own.”
    “God, no. Treat her like she’s my plane.”
    Jack laughed and sat down next to Scout and Padre, feeling the tension dissipate. “I’ll leave at oh six hundred, be back in twenty-four hours.”
    “Take all the time you want,” Scout said.
    “I can’t take too much time off. Bills to pay,” Jack said. “Twenty-four is about all I can spare.” And all he could take, knowing everything could blow up if his father pushed.
    The door opened and Chief of Police Art Perez and two of his deputy cronies sauntered in. “Great,” Scout mumbled.
    “Leave it alone,” Jack said, not taking his dark eyes off the head cop. Perez didn’t want Jack in Hidalgo anymore than Jack wanted Perez as the chief of police. Neither of them could do anything about the other, and Jack lived outside the city limits, so Perez couldn’t even harass him effectively.
    Except here.
    Six foot two—a half inch taller than Jack, but with a paunch that suggested fifty pounds heavier and a disdain for regular exercise—Perez strode over to the table, hands in his belt. He had the demeanor of a man who had to prove his manhood each and every day.
    “Father,” Perez acknowledged Padre. His mother worked at the rectory part-time and liked