After nine pm and the streets were melting into the dazed end of the day, an hour when the blinds go down, kids tuck into blankets and lovers kiss one another good night, before another day of working. That was, most people. Most families. A lot of couples. Madison, she was just getting started.
A rangy walk through the ghost streets, the night roads she hadn't visited in a while, and back into West End for a certain homefront. Outside, she bent down, grabbed a fistful of grit, and began to peg little pieces of that gravel at a second story window. It took a few hits before Michael heaved open the window, smiled and turned, heading down to meet her.
"What's been happening?"
"I could ask you the same thing, Mikey. You didn't meet me two weeks ago at Sam's like you promised. I was worried."
"I.."
"Don't want your birthday gun I take it." Fingers slid into belt loops, her eyes wide, brows raised. She wanted to know the score.
"Look I ... I was busy."
"This is business Michael. You do what you say or you are gone. Got it?"
"Why you bein' such a bitch for, chr.."
"I know about you and the Mako. The last fight. You keep on making death wishes boy, AND they'll come true. You quit the skidding all over the place and get your goddamn act together. You in or you out?"
"Jesus, Madison." Michael mussed awkwardly at his dirty blonde mop of hair, looked down. "I've had a lot of work on. Picked up some more shifts. Ye can ask Brentan."
"He's a jackal. And you shouldn't be hanging with him." A quick look of him over. "Have you been to Sanctuary, been with the Specialist too?"
"Madi! Quit the questions. I don't do none of that!"
"But you shoot up hoodlums. Michael, I'm trusting you, I trusted you. I have to be sure of our ground, okay?"
"You're being a bitch. You are. Quit talking to me like I'm ten for crissakes, alright!"
Exasperated he kicked at the curb and swung away, his fists clenched, then he swung back around, full of words, swallowed them, grunted and headed back in. Slamming the door.
"Godda..." A frown at the door and she let out a sigh, sweeping off her hat. She lifted a hand to her brow and gazed off down the road.
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"Heil?"
She pushed open the door to his office and headed inside, a styro-mug in each hand. He smiled at her and got up, adjusting the straps of his shoulder holsters and took a cup in hand. "Thanks. You look like sh*t."
"Thanks", with a mock scowl she quipped, a tired 'slinger, lounging against the blinds. Fingertips brushed along one, pushed it down as she peered into the gloom of late twilight, the next night. "We need to straighten out our contacts. Cut a few loose."
Heil had taken off the lid of the coffee and was blowing across the steam watching her steadily. "Who pissed you off?", he almost laughed.
"Two of the boys I used to have as contacts are off the wall. And Trent, the grifter I told you about who has been heading up the Red City contingent, he's had too much trouble."
"What kind?"
"Orpheum. They've been shadowing him. Roughing him."
The inspector frowned and stood straight, he hadn't taken a sip yet, his eyes were glued to her. Her silhouette draped by the window, slivered by streetlight that came through the horizontals.
"Madison, I think you should worry about yourself. You can't control your contacts. Maybe once, but after what happened to you, it's not the same."
She turned and considered him, frankly, tipping her head a bit, for him to go on.
He took a deep sip.
"What I'm saying is I think we should be.. official. Partners. I've got enough contacts to keep us on track and then some. If you have anyone who is steady we should both sit down, see what they have to say", he gestured with his coffee, calmly, smoothly, as he leant against the window beside her, toasting artificial mug to mug. "I think we both know that what used to work for you doesn't anymore. We could be a good team, Madison. I'd be honoured to work with you. I .. trust you."
"Hesitated..", she played, smirking.
"No, I do. You've done a lot of good. I know about your Riverview work. The Circus. They are big feats and I know the Watch couldn't have done that. .."
"Are you saying you will quit?"
"I want to start up a business, with you. Get some others involved if they want." He flashed a smile that eerily mirrored her own. He looked different when he smiled. Less angular, sharp. He even had dimples.
"Heil, I need time, I can't answer that now."
"Why not? We work well together."
"You'll get into some trouble won't you, trying to leave the Watch?"
She searched his face. He took her mug away and rested it on his desk, grabbed her hand, squeezed it. "Come on. Take a chance, here."
Madison looked at their hands and back to him. "I need to think about this."
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She walked the streets rubbing her hands against her hips, her eyes crinkled up against the oncoming breeze. The wind howled. Everything was so different. Should she start up a partnership with him, something serious like that? She was used to doing it alone. But they did work well. It was such a gamble though. She didn't want to worry about someone, someone she didn't know she could protect. He was a smart guy with a mean arm himself, but he wasn't a Salvador or a Skid. And she couldn't bear to let him down.
The streets eventually crossbacked on themselves and she found herself before Zeal's. Closed signs tacked all over the door. She wondered how Check and Laurice were.
She wondered if things would ever be the same again.