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obviously still bitter about the situation. "I'm sorry, but we can't help you. I know you and Fox go way back, but you're just too much of a liability."
    "A liability?" Carter echoed incredulously.
    "No one from the All Americans can afford to be seen with you right now. We've got too many of our own problems. I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Alaric flexed his bulging muscles and cracked the huge knuckles on his banana sized fingers.
    Carter took another swill from his glass of water before setting it down hard on the table. Carter shot her a disappointed glare.
    "Thanks for nothing," Carter said, got up from his seat, and stormed out of the house.
    "Did you really have to be so mean about it," she asked as the door slammed behind Carter.
    "He's no good for us," Alaric said.
    "By us, do you mean the team, or me and you?" She folded her slender arms across her chest.
    "The team of course."
    "You know I don't have feelings for him anymore don't you?"
    Her and Carter's relationship had been quick, but not painless. Long time friend; they had found solace in each other in the early days of their careers. Those times were long gone, replaced by the reality of everyday life, grown up problems, and real responsibilities. All things Carter had seemingly been incapable of dealing with back then, and apparently even now, but somewhere deep inside her, she secretly wished he would get his shit together. Even if it was just for his own sake.
     
    *****
     
     
    With his hood tucked low to cover his face, Carter stalked past his apartment to check if the coast was clear and it most certainly was not. Cops swarmed the place. Dozens of patrol cars, with their spinning flashing lights, lit up the street like a multi colored disco ball. Uniformed officers buzzed in and out of the building like a hive of angry bees, while firemen and emergency medical technicians hovered on the outskirts of the crime scene.
    A line of yellow tape labeled DO NOT CROSS and CRIME SCENE ran an entire city block, encircling his apartment building. Reporters, cameramen, and their news vans from every local station brushed up against the edge of the yellow tape, yelling questions and imploring any officer who dared venture too near about the details of the crime scene. Beyond the media was a throng of onlookers, including some neighbors he recognized, others who just happened to pass by on their way to work or were walking their dogs, and even a band of kids from a few streets down. All had come out or stopped to gaze at what remained of the fire escape and the two bodies suspended in the wreckage.
    Carter moved amongst them unseen, their eyes all peeled on the real life police drama playing out before them. He kept his hood low, and kept moving until he was through the mob of onlookers. The city was coated with a hazy moist layer as the slight drizzle continued into the early morning hours. They blackened sky began to lighten as the twilight turned to day and the sun rose behind the thick layer of marine clouds coming off of the Sound. Ground coffee for the cities worker bees wafted on the air as he passed a cafe on almost every corner. Men in business suits and women in tight skirts strolled past him on their way to work, seemingly oblivious to his presence.
    With his altruist colleagues, The Fox and the All Americans, turning their backs on him, he had only one place to turn; his less desirable acquaintances. If you could call them friends, they were the type that would have your back, as long as it was mutually beneficial to them. They may turn on their own mother for the right incentive, but right now they were Carter's only option and he had no choice but to risk it. Out of all his no-good friends, only one was marginally responsible enough to have his own place, and Carter was headed there now. He didn't have to go far, this particular friend lived in the same crummy part of town he did, though he rarely, if ever, ran into him.
    The cracked