Anna studied his body language. She could tell he wasn’t all right. “Something went wrong?” she asked gently.
“Yeah,” he replied. Didn’t say any more. Just hung his head. The little boy lost look on his face.
She went over and hugged him. “It’s Emma, yeah?” she asked, taking his hand and dragging him over to the couch.
“Yeah,” he replied, sitting down. “She’s dead Anna, and it’s all down to me being greedy.” He laid his head against her and began to sob, tears running down his cheeks onto her top.
She let him get it out of his system. Didn’t say a word, while he tried to wash the nightmare away. She remembered what Mac had said. ‘You prepared to kill for it?’ And they hadn’t answered. Hadn’t talked about it. Thought it would be ok. But now they could be in serious trouble. She would have to be strong for them both. There could be no turning back. She nudged him.
“Jake, listen to me. Whatever’s happened we’re in it together. For as long as it takes. I love you, DD. You copy?”
That brought him back. He sniffed and wiped a hand across his face, regaining some composure. Then he laughed. A bitter laugh. “I’m a goddamn failure, Anna. How come you can love a loser?”
“And a pervert,” she reminded him with a smile on her face.
She could see his face brighten. Chasing away his demons. At least for a while. “Here I am feeling sorry for myself, trying to be all serious, and you start joking,” he complained.
She laughed. “I’m not joking, and I got matching panties to these,” she said as she unhooked her blue bra with red hearts from under her top. Showing him. Teasing him. Letting Jake make love to her would strengthen their bond, and recharge him for what dangers lay ahead. Although they had made love many times before, mainly for fun, this was serious. She would be his woman, and he would be her man.
Nashville country music had a lot to answer for.
Their love making was intense and passionate, every sinew in their bodies acting and reacting to each other, driving them relentlessly onwards and upwards, until they climaxed for the first time. Then they tenderly coasted back down until they were totally spent.
Afterwards Jake told Anna what had happened, and how he had dumped any evidence pointing to them. “I examined the crime scene as best I could without touching anything. All the pictures are in my head. Now what?” he asked.
“First thing is to get what’s in your head on paper,” she replied. “We try and make sense out of it. See where we’re at. Then we got two choices as I see it. Tell no one, just run and hide; or tell Mac and face the music.”
Jake shook his head. “This is personal, Anna. I don’t want Mac involved right now.” He took hold of both her hands, fury showing in his eyes. “I’m not going to hide like some scared kid; I’m going to nail that ‘motherfucker’ Mason myself.” He looked straight at her. “You on board, baby?” he asked.
What could she say? That he was crazy going after an insane killer? That he could be killed too? And maybe her, also? Although she was inwardly shaking, she kept her voice as intense as his.
“Like I said, I’m with you all the way,” she replied. “For better or for worse, unto death do us part,” she recited. Hoping death was a long way away. Eyes to the left. True.