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ground.
He leapt to his knees, planting one in the small of Johnny’s back and took out a zip-tie to lock his hands behind.
     
“Police brutality!Police brutality! I didn’t do nothin ’! All you people lookin ’ through your windows, this is police brutality.”
     
“No one’s looking out their windows,” David said, barely winded.
     
“You don’t know that.”
     
“I know this neighbourhood. No one sees anything. But I see you, Johnny. And Johnny, you see everything. Let’s go back to my office and have a talk.”
     
“Man you’re all up in my business! You can’t do shit like this!”
     
“Calm down, you played your part. You know how this works,” David said, under his breath.
     
Johnny struggled convincingly. David half believed he didn’t want to go with him. He pushed Johnny’s head down and deposited him in the back seat.
     
“Listen, you can’t take me there. It won’t matter if I talk when they know I went and you find this guy, my life’s for shit. You gotta let me hit you and run.”
     
Johnny’s brow glistened. His eyes darted and he’d hunched his shoulders. Fear leached from him, almost palpable in potency.
     
“Riley got himself a mark,” Johnny said.
     
“Who?” “ Ain’t sayin’ unless you swear you let me go.”
     
“Can’t trust you,” David said, starting to close him in.
     
Johnny pushed out with a foot. “Please. I’ll call it in. I ain’t gonna live until tomorrow if you take me in.”
     
David frowned. “You’ve got my number. Make it look good, but if I wake up with a headache, I’m going to find and beat your ass.”
    “Yeah, yeah,” he agreed. Johnny scooted from the seat, shoved his body into the door and David pretended to stumble back. Then Johnny head-butted him in the gut and David took the fall, cracking his head on the side of his car as he went down.
    Johnny ran. David shook his head to appear dazed. He was, slightly, not much of an act in that. He’d conked his head hard enough for his ears to ring. He gave Johnny several more minutes while David struggled to his feet, holding the trunk as though it kept him steady. By then, Johnny had disappeared.
David acted pissed, got in his car, and took off with a squeal of tires. “He’d better fucking call, or I’m going to haul his ass in for obstruction first chance I get.”
     
Speaking of calling…David grabbed his phone off his belt. Alternately glancing down and driving, he picked out Nate’s cell number and listened to the rings on the other end.
     
“Agent Giamanti , here.”
     
“It’s David.”
     
“Rook,” Nate answered, guarded.
     
“Thanks for the good word with ninth. The files have been turned over as of this morning.”
     
“Good.”
    It sounded final, as though Nate prepared to hang up. “Nate, I want to see you again,” David said, rushing to speak before the line disconnected, then regretting the desperate way his words hung in the air. He winced, waiting to hear how his answer.
“Did you find anything new?”
     
David’s heart sank. He’d meant socially, not professionally. Nate had to know but chose the lesser of two evils. “I’ve a lead. He knows the guy from the alley and said he has a mark.”
     
“Who?”
     
“Don’t know yet.”
     
“Well, when you find out—”
     
“—I’ll call. Hey, that’s not what I meant about seeing you,” David said, going for the obvious.
     
“I know.” “Well?” David asked.
     
He almost heard Nate thinking. Finally, he answered as David pulled into a parking space at the department.
     
“I don’t think so,” Nate said, speaking low. “We don’t want the same things.”
     
David bit the inside of his cheek in frustration. “I want you .”
     
“I’m not my dick.”
    He turned off his car. Resting his forehead on the wheel, David tried to think of something that didn’t smack of walking on eggshells yet told Nate exactly what he was thinking. “I know you’re not your dick. I