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standards for drunk.”
    Cal smelled of antiperspirant, as if he’d given himself a fresh swipe before getting out of his car. He was sweating, too, but he’d have to be inhuman not to sweat on such a night. “In here,” he said, tugging Harris toward a nearly empty coffee shop.
    “If we’re seen—”
    “We won’t be.” Cal opened the glass door, pausing to glare at Harris. “Unless your new friend Special Agent Rook is on his way.”
    Harris licked his lips. Even after three beers, he felt dehydrated, parched. “Who?”
    “You slimy, corrupt son of a bitch, Harris.”
    Cal’s reaction was a sign of panic. Incipient fear. “Here’s the pot calling the kettle black, isn’t it?”
    “Damn you to hell.”
    Harris didn’t respond. What was the point? Over the past five years, he’d grown accustomed to people damning him to hell. Cal shoved him onto a rickety chair and briskly went to the counter, soon returning with two coffees.
    “Those paper cups burn my fingers,” Harris said, hearing the whininess in his own voice. He’d always hated whiners. “Don’t they have any of those little cardboard holders?”
    “No. Start drinking. You need to sober up.”
    “I am sober.” Harris leaned over slightly, so that he could inhale the steam from his coffee. “Too sober.”
    “Damn it, Harris,” Cal said with a hiss. “I’ve been looking for you since last night. I saw you at the hotel with your FBI agent. What the hell were you doing? Anyone could have seen you.”
    “Special Agent Rook and I were just having a quiet drink. I know a lot of FBI agents.”
    “I checked him out. Rook’s a tough customer. He’s not talking to you out of the goodness of his heart.” Cal placed his elbows on the small table and clenched and unclenched his fists, staring at them. Finally, he regarded Harris not so much with hostility as disdain. “He’ll throw you under the bus, you stupid bastard.”
    “I haven’t told him anything about you, Cal. I wouldn’t. You’re not the one—”
    “Rook doesn’t care about you.” Cal didn’t raise his voice. “He cares about what information you can give him to help him advance his career. That’s it.”
    “He’s ambitious, but he’s not dishonorable.”
    “Dishonorable?” Cal snorted in disbelief. “Only you, Harris. People don’t care about honor anymore. They care about results.”
    Harris wished he could think clearly, but thoughts floated by him, just out of his grasp. Nothing felt nailed down. It was as if he was on a current of air that was taking him wherever it wanted, and he had no control.
    He leaned over his coffee, the steam rising into his eyes. “Rook can save Bernadette.”
    “From what? ”
    “From you, Cal.” Harris raised his gaze to the man across from him. “And from Jesse.”
    There. He’d said the name. Jesse Lambert. The devil.
    Harris had known Cal even before he’d started seeing Bernadette, but only in the past three months had their fates become intertwined. Cal was hard-driving and ambitious, a womanizer who had seemed, at least in the early days of his marriage to Bernadette, ready to settle down.
    Bottom-feeder that he was, Jesse Lambert had sensed Cal was ripe for the picking. With impeccable timing, he’d pounced at Cal’s weakest moment.
    And Harris had helped.
    “You should give him the money,” he said. “Trust me, Cal. I know of what I speak. Give him the damn money now. Then get out.”
    Cal averted his eyes. “If I give Jesse the money, there’ll be no getting out. Ever.” He returned his gaze to Harris. “I’ll turn into you.”
    “If you don’t pay him, he’ll kill us both.”
    “He’s a dealmaker, Harris, not a killer. We’re offering him a deal. Don’t weaken now.”
    Harris could hear the disdain for him in Cal’s voice. After all, Harris was the one who’d brought Jesse Lambert into Cal’s life.
    Into Bernadette’s life.
    That was what ate at his soul. In using Cal, Harris knew he was also