Deadly Stillwater

“Well that’s on me,” the mayor said quietly. “That’s all on me.”

“You can understand I’m a little surprised to be hearing this,” Mac said.

“I imagine you are. Unfortunately, it took something like this to happen to make me see the light. It didn’t hurt that the chief and I had a good heart to heart a couple of hours ago. He lit me up pretty good about my office’s relations with the force, and he was one-hundred percent right. I haven’t been supportive. I’ve been anything but. Well, that’s going to change. It’ll start at a press conference in a couple of hours. Peters and I will be handling it. I will be offering my praise and thanks for a job well done.”

“I think I can speak for Riles, Rock, Lich, and everyone else. We will appreciate it.”

“Good,” the mayor said. “Of course, once all the euphoria from this dies down, we’re going to have to deal with some stuff.”

“Such as?” Mac asked, a little wearily.

“Burton and the FBI for all the obvious reasons. Burton has already hired a lawyer, and the bureau is squawking about how we accessed various records.”

“I’ve got some ideas on how to deal with all that,” Mac responded.

“The chief thought you might and I was hoping you would,” the mayor answered with a tired smile. “I’m all ears.”

“I wouldn’t worry too much,” Mac said confidently. “We have Burton and the bureau by the short hairs. I think we’ll be able to make them see that.”

The mayor smiled. “Good. We’ve been on opposite sides long enough. I’d like to see us on the same side.”

“Let’s get together in the next day or two and talk that through.”

“Fair enough, the mayor answered, pushing himself out of the chair. Once again he extended his hand, which Mac took without hesitation. He walked over to Sally and extended a hand to her as well. “Ms. Kennedy, I know you helped out quite a bit as well. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome, sir.”

“Help this guy get better,” the mayor said, pointing at Mac. “We’re going to need him.”

“I will. Thank you.”

The mayor looked back at Mac, smiled one more time and walked out of the room.

“Well, how about that?” Sally said, shocked. “Do you think he meant it?”

“We’ll see,” Mac answered, always more interested in action than words. “He’s a politician, so I take anything a politician says with a grain of salt. But he seemed genuinely contrite and his apology seemed heartfelt. Time will tell.”

Sally came over to the side of his bed and sat down and looked him in the eye.

“What?”

“I want to say something,” Sally said smiling and then she pecked him on the lips.

“What?”

“I loved watching you in action the last twenty-four hours. You’re gifted, honey. You really are. You would have been a great attorney, the way you see and perceive things. You’d have been a great trial lawyer. But as a cop, as a detective, you’re doing what you were born to do. You’re doing what you should be doing. I wouldn’t want you to do anything else.”

Mac returned the smile now. It always hurt him that his ex-wife thought what he did was beneath him and most certainly her. She never appreciated the sacrifice of the job or the ability required to do it. But now he was with someone who loved him and was proud of him. It felt good, as good as anything he’d done over the last four days. He pushed himself up and kissed her on the lips and hugged her.

“God, I need a vacation.”

“Now would be a good time,” she answered quietly, her head buried in his chest.

The door to his hospital room blew open and the boys, Uncle Shamus, Peters, Summer Plantagenate, the chief, and Lyman all came barreling in. Lich, of course, didn’t miss a beat.

“God, it looks like the fuckin’ Hallmark Channel in here. You two arm in arm, looking deeply into each other’s eyes. I think I’m going to get all teary eyed,” his partner said as he pulled out a hankie and mockingly dabbed at his eyes.

Mac pushed himself out of bed. The chief came up and gave Mac a big bear hug, “Well done, boyo. Well done.”

“I’ve told this to all of these guys,” Lyman said, waving his cane toward Lich, Riles, and Rock. “Anything you ever need. Anything, you just tell me. It’s yours.” The lawyer pumped Mac’s arm vehemently in a handshake. “I meant it. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Michael.”

“Well Lyman, let me tell you about my boat.” Everyone burst out in laughter.

“Done!” Lyman exclaimed.

Mac turned serious. “How’s Shannon doing?”

“I think she’ll be okay. You boys got to her just in time.”

“Can she have visitors?” Lich asked.

“She’s pretty beat. I think she’ll be able to handle visitors tomorrow, and I want all you boys here. I know she’ll want to thank you.”

“How’s Carrie, Chief?” Mac asked.

“Fine, just fine Mac. She asked me to bring you up, all of you up.”

“Let’s go then.”