Danny had really expected that he and Larabee would come to blows, and he'd actually been looking forward to it, so it was a surprise when Martin had gone postal on them and insisted they both leave. It was even more of a surprise when Martin physically escorted them to the door and pushed them out. Danny's ass still smarted over being hit by the door.
Of course, Danny wasn't going to let Martin get away with that, so he knocked on the door, wanting to be let back in. They really needed to talk, and Danny definitely needed to figure out if Martin was still under the effects of the alcohol he'd had that morning. He most likely wasn't, but being inebriated, even if it was just a buzz, was the only thing Danny could come with to explain why Martin had turned on him like that.
When one of Martin's neighbors opened her door and gazed out from the small space left open by the security chain, Danny smiled reassuring at her and then gave up on knocking. He still had the key to the door, and could go in at any time, but had wanted Martin to actually want him inside. Given that Martin had been in a pissy mood and now was ignoring him, Danny figured that it might be better to give his partner some time before trying again. Maybe go grab some take out and surprise Martin with dinner? The only problem with that idea was that Larabee had stayed once Martin had tossed them out of his place, and Danny didn't want to deal with the man. And not only was the man hanging around, but he was leaned up against the wall as if he owned the building, a smile of satisfaction on his face.
Scowling at Larabee, Danny shoved his hands in his pockets. "What has you so amused?"
"Vin loves me," Larabee replied.
Danny frowned. "Yeah, poor fool doesn't know what he'd in for, does he? Nothing quite like falling in love with your co-worker and then finding out that he's been out fucking someone who look likes you, is there?"
Larabee's smile disappeared and there was a dangerous glint in his eyes. He straightened up as he moved away from the wall. "I never used Martin that way. Yes, I noticed that he looked like Vin, and I almost turned around because of it. I was with Martin because I wanted Martin, pure and simple."
Danny's eyes narrowed as he listened to Larabee defend himself, and his hands came out of his pockets as he gestured while speaking. "Yeah, and we both just heard how much Martin believes that, didn't we? Don't you have a hotel to get back to? Because quite honestly, Martin doesn't need you around right now. Come to think of it, he doesn't *ever* need you around again."
"Sounded to me like he doesn't need you around, either. Didn't he say something about you leading him on and then dumping him?" Larabee glared at Danny, and maybe that glare worked on some people, but Danny had been on the receiving end of too many intense glares over his life for them to bother him much now.
What did bother Danny was that Larabee had picked up on Martin's words and shoved them in his face. When Martin had said it, Danny was still caught up in the intense feeling of possessiveness that had grabbed him when he'd seen Larabee grabbing Martin's ass. In short, he hadn't paid much attention to it. His attention had been focused on getting Martin and Larabee away from each other. Now though, Danny could go back over those words, and he felt like kicking himself for making Martin feel that he'd been dumped.
But, Larabee made a much more convenient target than his own backside. "You should go now," Danny's voice was a growl, "While you still can."
"You threatening me again?" Larabee asked, sounding surprised. He chuckled and Danny could feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up at that sound.
"That would all depend on what you're planning on doing next. If it involves Martin in any way, then yeah, consider yourself threatened." At that moment, it didn't matter that they were standing in the hallway outside of Martin's apartment, with people happily going about their own lives just yards away. All that mattered was Martin's broken heart and Danny's desire to keep the man he loved safe from further heartache. Larabee would leave, even if Danny had to drag the bastard out of there.
The two men stood there, just a few feet apart, glaring at one another, neither one willing to look away first. Finally, Larabee broke the silence by starting to laugh. "Damn. You either really love him or hate me. Seeing as how we've never met, I'm doubtin' that you hate me all that much, so that just leaves you loving Martin."
"Oh, I'd never let not knowing you get in the way of hating you, Larabee, trust me on that." Danny felt a surge of pride over the fact that Larabee had blinked first, even if Danny didn't think that he'd like where the conversation was going.
"Well, we'll just have to do something about that bit about not knowing me, won't we? How about we start off right?" Larabee held his hand out. "Hey there, I'm Chris Larabee."
Danny stared at Larabee, wondering if he'd heard the man right. Why in the Hell would he want to get to know Larabee after all the man had done? Then it hit him, he was still feeling jealous, and not just because Larabee had been all over Martin minutes earlier, but that he'd had almost an entire week with Martin, taking what he wanted. Taking what Martin was apparently willing to give. Taking what Danny wouldn't allow himself to take.
It was that last thought that made Danny nod and reach for Larabee's hand. Yeah, he might be jealous of the guy, but it wasn't Larabee's fault that Danny was standing in the hallway instead of being curled up around Martin in a bed somewhere. Besides, this guy obviously meant something to Martin, and right then, Danny felt that it might just be better to stay on Martin's good side by playing nice with Larabee.
"Danny Taylor," Danny said. He glanced at Martin's closed and locked door, then looked back at Larabee. It couldn't hurt to try to get to know the guy, he thought. After all, he'd spent a good part of his weekend digging into Larabee's business and talking with his friends. The least he could do was try to give the guy the benefit of the doubt.
And maybe live vicariously through the guy. Just because he couldn't let himself be with Martin didn't mean that Danny didn't want to know what it was like. And he had a feeling that he'd get more out of Larabee's recounting of their nights together than he had gotten out of Ron Bradley's recitation of events.
"So, want to go grab a cup of coffee until Martin cools down?" Danny asked.
Larabee nodded. "Sure. But how will we know when he's willing to let us back in?"
Danny grinned broadly as he reached into his pocket for the key ring, then held it up so Larabee could see it. "Who said anything about knocking?"
Larabee laughed and stepped forward, clapping Danny lightly on the shoulder. "Sounds like a good plan to me, Taylor."
Danny turned to head toward the stairs. "That it is. And it's Danny."
Larabee nodded. "Chris."
They walked down to the entrance of the building, then Larabee held back while Danny tried to decide on going to the coffee shop to the right of the building or the one to the left. He finally decided on the one to the left. "This way. I was thinking of getting take out and bringing it back. Martin's usually easier to handle when you're plying him with food."
Larabee smirked. "He is at that."
Danny smirked in return, then remembered that the reason Ron Bradley had been able to talk so much about what Larabee had been doing in his hotel room was because the guy ordered room service every night. "That's right. You did get to eat with him, didn't you?"
"In a way," Larabee vaguely replied, then he came to a stop in the middle of the sidewalk, and Danny had no choice but to stop as well. Ignoring the pedestrians who had to step around them, Larabee looked directly at Danny. "I don't kiss and tell, Danny. Your investigation is over, and I'm here now. You want to know what Martin did when we were together, then I suggest you ask him."
Danny gazed back at Larabee, thinking that his idea of trying to learn what he was missing out on had been a bad one. A desperate and stupid one. The fact that Larabee wasn't willing to spill his guts sat well with Danny, and a nice contrast to how eager Ron Bradley had been to talk about what he'd seen and done.
"I appreciate that," Danny said. "Martin's had a hard time since he learned that you were our missing person, and it's not been easy on him knowing that some of his co-workers knew about his private life. So, do you like Thai food? 'Cause there's this great Thai place about a block away from the coffee shop. They've got the best spring rolls and crab Rangoon that I've ever had."
As they resumed walking, Larabee nodded. "I like it. And I'm guessing that this is one of Martin's favorite places?"
Danny glanced sideways at Larabee and grinned. "It is. He's going to be pissed at us for coming in without knocking, so distracting him with his favorite food can only be good for us."
Larabee grinned. "You don't have to do that, you know? Invite me back to his place to eat."
This time it was Danny's turn to stop in the middle of the sidewalk. He looked at Larabee, knowing that there were things that Martin needed to say to the other man. "Yeah, I do. You two need to talk before you go back to Denver. As you noticed, Martin and Vin do look alike, and after they met and got to talking, they're starting to think that they might be related in some way. If they are, then you and Martin *will* see each other again, and the less tension between you when that happens, the better."
Larabee actually looked uncomfortable as Danny spoke. It didn't take being a rocket scientist to figure out that Larabee hadn't thought that far ahead. Hell, he probably hadn't known that Martin and Tanner had so much more in common than their looks.
"Shit."
Danny couldn't help but grin at the resigned tone in Larabee's voice. He clapped Larabee on the back. "Exactly. For now though, let's forget about that and just get that coffee. I think that you're going to want to be alert when you and Martin sit down to talk."
Larabee nodded and they once more headed for the coffee shop. After getting their drinks, they sat at a table by the window, so they could watch the people walk past as they talked about work, of all things. Danny then went for broke and told Larabee about what he and Tanner had spoken about back in Denver. The shining look in Larabee's eyes as Danny recounted Tanner's declaration of love for Larabee was all Danny needed to see in order to know that this man was not a threat to him where Martin's affections were concerned. Martin and Larabee might have connected the previous week, but it was Tanner who held Larabee's heart, not Martin. Despite having removed himself from Martin's love life, Danny felt relieved at that. If he wasn't going to be with Martin, then the least he could do was make sure that Martin ended up with someone who was deserving of his love and affections.
"So, we've got my love life sorted. Mostly." Larabee said. He was once more looking intently at Danny, and he leaned back in his chair, stretching his legs out in front of him. "Now we can talk about yours. I heard what Martin said to you, Danny, about leading him on and then dumping him, and seein' as how you didn't deny it when I said that you loved him, I'm going out on a limb and guessing that the two of you *do* love each other. So, what's the deal?"
Danny took a long sip of his coffee, then set the cup on the table, toying with it as he tried to figure out what to say. "I do love Martin, and he apparently loves me. Last night, I thought that I'd died and gone to Heaven, and then suddenly found myself in Hell." Danny shook his head and smiled sadly. "It's too complicated to get into, but let's just say that while we might love each other, I'm not who or what Martin needs and leave it at that."
Larabee tilted his head to one side, seemingly considering what Danny had said. Then he slowly grinned. "Let's not say that, okay? Instead, let's say that I don't mind listening to complicated and we've got plenty of time. So talk."
Their gazes locked, and although Danny wanted to look away and refuse to talk, he found that he couldn't. He shifted in the seat, trying to get comfortable as he realized that he wouldn't be leaving the coffee shop until Larabee had gotten an answer that satisfied him.
"My father." Danny found himself amazed that he'd gone most of his life managing to avoid talking about Miquel Alvarez, and now he found himself talking about the man for the third time in two days. "He was…an angry man. I don't know why he was always so angry, but he just was. And when he drank, it just seemed to make him angrier. It made him mean. He liked to hit us, Rafi, me, Mama…he didn't go out of his way to look for a target, he just hit whoever was closest at the time. When I was eleven, we were out and he and Mama were in the front seat, arguing about something. As usual, I was doing my best to try to ignore them. Most of the time, Raff would be there to provide a distraction, but he was off with his friends that evening."
Danny shrugged as he began to turn the coffee cup around. "I couldn't take it any more, and I yelled at them to stop it, to shut up. Papi reached back to slap me and drifted into the other lane. They said that he was killed instantly. Mama died not long after we were brought to the hospital. I spent weeks in the hospital, and during that time I made a vow to myself. Two vows, actually. The first that I'd never be a drunk like him, and the second that I'd never be like him. That I'd never enjoy hurting other people just because I could. I wanted to be a good man. In short, everything that he wasn't."
Danny took a gulp of the coffee, not caring that it was no longer hot. He needed to do something with his mouth and hands, anything to take his mind off of the desire to drink something else, something that would make him forget Miquel Alvarez and the heartache the bastard had left behind.
"Rafi and I were put into the system, but they weren't able to get us into the same places. Rafi went wild, and I tried to follow his lead, but got lucky by being busted and ordered to do some community service at a church, and the priest managed to get me in line. Then, I finally ended up with a family that really gave a damn and wasn't just into having foster kids for the money. The Taylors are wonderful people, and they opened their hearts and home to a lot of foster kids over the years. The first thing I did when I turned eighteen was to petition the court to have my name changed from Alvarez to Taylor. I didn't want any more reminders of my father, especially his name. I've taken some grief over that over the years, from people who think that I'm turning my back on my heritage, but I just ignore them. It's not my heritage that I turned my back on, but my father. And then I slowly broke my first promise. I started drinking and liked it. I liked that it made the memories fuzzy, that it made the pain not so intense."
Danny blew out a bit of air. "I guess I was what you'd call a functioning alcoholic. I went to classes, got good grades, socialized, and was pleasantly buzzed the whole time. If I got really anxious about something, I'd drink a bit more, but I handled it. Or so I thought. I graduated from college with really good grades and got into law school. I was in the top of my graduating class." Danny grinned at that, still proud of his accomplishment in law school, and Larabee grinned back and nodded. "And then it all went to Hell. I was on my way to take the bar exam, and nervous about it. I had a bottle in the car, and reached for it, not even thinking that I didn't need more to drink after what I'd already had that morning. I downed a few swallows and pulled out…right into the path of another car. Needless to say, I not only missed the bar exam, but got myself a DUI ticket, and community service and a fine as a result. I was damn lucky that I didn't get jail time, but they did take my license away for a year. I was also damn lucky that the person in the other car wasn't hurt, and the fact that I had done what my Papi had done hit me like a ton of bricks. I realized I had a problem and I got help for it, then I applied to the FBI and was accepted, and the rest is, as they say, history."
Danny finished his coffee, remembering how hard it had been to admit to himself that he was a drunk, just like Miquel had been. He also remembered the time he'd fallen off the wagon once he'd become an Agent, before he'd finally gotten his shit together and became determined to stay clean and sober.
"When you say something's complicated, you really mean it, don't you?" Larabee asked.
Danny looked sharply at him, expecting to see derision there, but instead he saw understanding. He shrugged. "I like to truthful."
Larabee grinned, and then he looked serious. "I know what it's like to crawl into a bottle to try to forget the bad things, Danny. I'm lucky that I had a friend who kept me from drowning. I don't know what I'd have done or where I'd be now if not for Buck."
"You're right. You are lucky." Danny wondered if he would have listened to his friends if one of them had have tried to call him out on his drinking back before he crossed the line into alcoholism. Probably not. Then again, his friends back then weren't the kind of people who'd get in his face and force the issue. And from what Danny had seen of Buck Wilmington, he was definitely a 'get in your face' kind of man.
Larabee leaned forward and rested his arms on the table. "So, how does all of that relate to Martin?"
"I've been attracted to Martin for a long time now, but I thought he was straight and not interested in me as anything but a friend. When you went missing, Martin was busy testifying in court, so he wasn't involved in the beginning of the investigation. Jack and I went to your hotel while Vivian and Samantha went to the convention center. I ended up with the job of interviewing Ron Bradley."
"The room service waiter." Larabee's expression didn't give anything away, and Danny found himself admiring the man's self-control.
"Yeah. Anyway, he was pretty graphic about what he'd witnessed in your room, and then got around to talking about Thursday night. When you shared Martin with him." That last part came out a bit harsher than Danny had intended, which was funny considering what he was about to admit.
"Danny," Larabee looked directly at him. "Martin didn't do anything that he didn't want. And that includes what happened Thursday night."
Danny nodded sharply. "I don't know why it pisses me off now. You see, on Friday, when Bradley was telling me all about it, I couldn't help but imagine me in his place, and Martin in the place of the unknown guy you were with. I admired the way you, at least according to Bradley, knew what you wanted and wasn't afraid to go after it. I've played a bit with bondage and domination, and I like being in charge. But I've never had a partner like the one Bradley described. I fantasized a lot about being with Martin, and it was easy to imagine him that way. Anyway, to shorten this a bit, I got back to the office with the security tapes from the hotel lobby, so we could try to identify your partner, and Jack told me that I was going to Denver with Martin. At some point during the flight, Martin thought that he admitted to me that he was the guy you'd been with. I missed it. I thought he was talking about something else."
Danny was still kicking himself over that. Martin had to have been tied up in knots Saturday, and Danny could have been there for him, if only he'd have had some common sense during that flight. "Anyway, it wasn't until last night that I realized that you two had spent the week together. I didn't know how to feel about that. A part of me was jealous that Martin did like guys, but didn't like me. A part of me hated you for being with Martin. Things were tense, we argued, we apologized, and things seemed to fall back into place. We were watching the game on TV, and Martin fell asleep and I couldn't stop looking at him, and…"
Danny stopped and mentally scolded himself for making moves on Martin. If he'd only kept his hands to himself, then they wouldn't be in this position now. "One thing led to another, and we were getting into some heavy petting. I bit him, and it was hard enough to draw a bit of blood. It shocked me, because I felt satisfaction when I heard him gasp in pain. And I knew right then that I was pushing the line about breaking that second promise to myself."
Danny crushed the cup in his hand, then looked up at Larabee, glad to see that the man wasn't laughing at him. Instead he looked calm, just as he'd looked during the whole recital of Danny's fuck-ups. "I can't risk turning into my father, and Martin, well Martin obviously likes that kind of stuff. I can't trust that he'll stop me before I go too far, you know? So, I put an end to things before they ever really got started, and Martin's not being very understanding about it."
Larabee didn't say anything at all for a few moments. He just sat there and looked calmly at Danny, until Danny felt the urge to move around on his seat. He fought that urge though, but he was impressed that Larabee's gaze had that effect on him. The man was probably pretty damn effective in interrogations.
"Can I ask you something?" Larabee finally said.
"Sure." Danny didn't have anything left to hide, so why not continue to strip his soul bare to a man he barely knew?
"What were you thinking when you bit Martin? Were you thinking that you wanted to bite him, and so you did? Were you thinking that you needed to assert your authority over him and put him in his place? Were you thinking that if you didn't bite him, then you'd be tempted to throw a punch or two?" Larabee's voice was just as calm as the man had looked seconds ago, but now there was a look in the man's eyes that Danny couldn't read as being anything but dangerous.
"I was thinking that it wasn't a good thing that I enjoyed it, knowing that not only did I hurt Martin, but that he'd enjoyed being hurt," Danny said.
Larabee shook his head. "No. That's what you thought *after* you bit him. What were you thinking before you did it? What made you bite him, Danny?"
Danny took a deep breath and let his mind wander back to the scene in their hotel room. He'd had Martin flat on his back on the bed, his own arousal heightened by the fact that he could feel Martin's hard cock through his sweatpants. He began to kiss Martin, starting at his jaw, wanting to taste him and soothe away the bruises left by Larabee. As he made his way down Martin's body, Danny found himself pausing from time to time to leave his own marks. He wanted to leave proof that Martin was his, and his alone. Then there was the surge of jealousy that some other man had gotten to Martin first, and Danny had no choice but to look at the evidence of that claiming.
Danny shook his head slightly as he brought himself back to the present. He looked across at Larabee, the man who had done that claiming of Martin. The man who had left those marks and bruises behind.
"I was jealous of you. I didn't like it that you'd been with Martin before I'd had a chance to ever be with him. I wanted to leave my own marks behind, so that anyone who looked at Martin would know he belonged to me. I hurt him because I couldn't stand the thought of anyone else being with him."
It was Larabee's turn to shake his head, and Danny couldn't help but feel a little bit of irritation at the small smile on the other man's face. "No, Danny. You bit Martin because while you were leaving your mark behind, you imagined me and him together and couldn't handle it. I'll bet that you were just lightly nipping his skin, which made it pretty easy for you to bite down too hard when that image hit you. You'd interviewed Ron Bradley, you'd seen Martin's body. I don't think there was any doubt in your mind about what went on between the two of us. You didn't set out to hurt Martin, Danny. It was an accident. You're just lucky that Martin does like pain with his sex from time to time, and that he didn't belt you a good one for that bite."
Danny's first impulse was to insist that Larabee was wrong, that he *had* hurt Martin on purpose, but the more he thought about it, the more he could see that it had happened the way Larabee guessed. He hadn't meant to hurt Martin, it had been an accident. But the fear afterward, that was as much a fear of him turning into his father was it was a fear of hurting Martin. Larabee was right about something else, too. If Martin had felt truly harmed by the bite, he'd have either hit Danny or pushed him away. The fact that Martin did seem to like pain with his sex was scary, and that fear had also been in play when Danny had pushed Martin away. With his fear of turning into Miquel Alvarez, how could Danny ever hope to keep Martin satisfied? While they might love each other now, how soon would that hope fade when Martin found their sex life lacking?
"You're right," Danny finally said. "I didn't hurt him on purpose. But I still can't risk being with him."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Larabee shook his head as he sat back straighter in his chair. "You love him, he loves you, so what the Hell is the problem?"
"I told you about my father…"
"And you realized that you didn't hurt Martin on purpose, so I don't see how that's relevant now."
"How can I keep Martin satisfied without risking turning into my father?" Danny spat out, his patience gone. Larabee seemed to be about as stubborn as Martin on this.
It didn't help Danny's anger any when Larabee burst out laughing. "What?" Danny snapped, regretting going out for coffee with the man.
"Danny, it's not like that. You and Martin really need to talk. And I mean really talk. Ask him what he likes and when, and I think you'll be a bit surprised at how off the mark you're being right now. Christ, you're going on as if Martin's some 24/7 masochist or something. Do you really think that we spent all of our time doing nothing but that?"
"Considering that you refuse to talk about what the two of you did, I've got to rely on my imagination," Danny shot back, feeling even more defensive. "And since Ron Bradley's interview is all I have to go on, then my imagination is…"
"Running away with you." Larabee got to his feet and grabbed both his now empty coffee cup as well as Danny's mangled one. "Talk with him. Ask him questions. Hell, Danny, I don't know just what Vin's gonna want, but I'm sure as Hell not going to let my imagination keep me from finding out. Now, let's get that Thai and get back, because the sooner Martin and I talk, the sooner you and Martin can talk. And I've got a phone call to make to a sexy, blue-eyed Texan back in Denver."
Danny tried to hold onto his anger, but Larabee's grin and words went far to make that anger go away. Danny got to his feet. "We've got to remember to get Pad Thai with chicken. That, along with the crab Rangoon, is another one of Martin's favorites. If I'm going to be prying into his personal life, then I'm going to have to soften him up really well ahead of time."
Larabee laughed, "That's the ticket, Danny." He headed toward the door, pausing long enough at the entrance to toss their cups into the trash bin that stood to one side. "You might want to consider feeding him, too."
They stepped out onto the sidewalk. "I'm buying the food," Danny said, confused since he'd thought that Larabee knew this was his treat.
"I don't mean providing the food," Larabee's eyes were dancing with glee right then. "I meant feeding him as in putting the food into his mouth…or maybe letting him eat off of your body…or you eating off of his body. Be creative with your food, Danny."
Danny laughed. "Sounds more like being creative with Martin."
"That, too," Larabee said, sending a smirk in Danny's direction.
Danny led the way to the restaurant, the two of them making small talk. Once there, Larabee ordered what he wanted, and Danny ordered the rest, and they continued to chat as they waited for the food.
"You know, I'm beginning to wonder if your friends were pulling my leg back in Denver," Danny commented. They were seated just inside the door, where they could see the rest of the dining room but not be in the way of the servers.
"How so?" Larabee asked.
"They said you were a quiet man. That you didn't speak unless you had something really important to say. One even commented that on a good day, they were lucky to get more than three or four words out of you."
Larabee grinned. "I know that Vin's the one who said that."
Danny smiled and nodded. "And yet today, you've said a lot more than four words."
Larabee turned his head to look more fully at Danny, the grin gone from his face. "Well, when I have something important to say, I say it."
"So that means that Martin's important to you?" Danny asked. He wondered if he'd even get an answer to that, since Larabee had seemed reluctant to talk about his and Martin's relationship.
"Yes."
They looked at each other for a few moments, and Danny smiled again. "I have to agree with you about that."
Larabee slowly grinned. "Good. Shows that you're a man of good character."
"Because I think that Martin's important?"
Larabee nodded. "Well that, and the fact that you agree with me."
Danny snorted. "Or maybe you're the one agreeing with me?"
"Could be, could be." Larabee seemed to be considering that and then he shook his head. "Nah. More like you agreeing with me. We might be in different agencies, but I am a Senior Agent in Charge, so my opinion automatically carries more weight."
Danny was trying to decide between being amused or feeling insulted when the hostess returned with their order. After making sure that everything they'd ordered was in the bags, Danny and Larabee headed back to Martin's apartment.
"Does that place usually short your order?" Larabee asked, referring to Danny checking the bags.
"Never. But I've had to grab so much food on the run and been shorted enough that I don't trust anyone. Nothing like being on a stake-out, finally getting your food and then discovering that they only sent one order instead of two. Jack's nice, and will share with you, so will Vivian. Martin and Samantha though…" Danny grinned as he shook his head. "They'll stab you with their sporks if you even look at their food. There was one time when I thought Martin offered me half of his sandwich. That saying about 'if looks could kill' definitely entered my mind then."
"Vin can be that territorial over food," Larabee replied.
Danny grinned. "I noticed that Saturday night when we were all at dinner. Martin and Vin reached for the same stuffed mushroom and I thought they were going to stare down each other all night long. Vin won, but only because Jack called to let us know that you'd been found."
Larabee laughed. "I can only imagine that scene." Larabee then came to a stop, and the smile faded. "There's something going on at Martin's building."
Danny looked down the street and saw three police cruisers parked in the middle of what looked to be Martin's block. The lights were still on, but he hadn't heard any sirens. He then noticed that they were all facing him, obviously having come from the other direction, which explained why he hadn't heard anything. The other alternative to not hearing them approach was if they'd been ordered to approach quietly.
"C'mon." Danny hurried his pace over the few remaining blocks, not caring if Larabee kept up or not. If there was something big going down, then it would be just like Martin to get involved, and Danny didn't think that Martin was yet thinking clear enough to be of any constructive use in any kind of a police situation.
Part Twenty-two