3:23 PM; CLINSTONE POLICE DEPARTMENT, PARKING LOT
Bo buckled Pollux into his carseat, a task that proved difficult with only one free hand. He held out a pacifier, which the baby happily took. Bo slid the diaper back off his shoulder, setting it on the floor behind the driver’s seat. He leaned back out of the car, shutting the door. “I love you, but today has been incredibly difficult,” he said, pulling open the driver’s side door. Castor, a hand wrapped tightly around his father’s jacket, giggled his response.
Bo slid into the driver’s seat, one foot outside the car as he stuck the key in the ignition and started the car. He turned up the heat and shrugged off his camera back and satchel, setting them both on the passenger seat.
Ready to get back out of the car, he stopped when the ringing of his phone came through the speakers. He lifted his gaze to the touch screen before lifting a hand to touch the accept button. “Hey, love,” he greeted.
“Hey, babe,” Jensen said softly.
“It seems like that would’ve been a short talk. It didn’t go well, did it?” Bo asked.
“No. He shut us out,” Jensen said.
“Mm.” Bo climbed out of the car, a hand on the back of Castor’s head. “Because you struck a nerve?” he questioned before walking around the front of the car and pulling open the back door on the passenger side.
“I’m not sure. I gave him your theory. That, uh, that a family member or something framed him. I just, you know, put my own spin on it,” Jensen said.
“What kind of spin?” Bo asked as he leaned down to put Castor in his carseat.
“I said that he found out about the killing and he loved this person so much that he took the fall for them.”
“And what’d he say?”
“He said he was done with our bullshit for the day,” Jensen said. “So I suggested it was his cousin or something. So, uh… so he explained it to us.”
Bo lifted his head, frowning. “He explained what to you?”
“How he felt while he was killing them. It excited him. That’s how he explained it.”
“And what’d you make of that?”
“I’m not sure,” Jensen admitted. “We’re grabbing supper now.” He cleared his throat. “Tom’s worried they’re gonna cancel our flight. It’s snowing here.”
“When would you be home?”
“I don’t know. Tomorrow? Maybe?”
“Mm.” Bo leaned out of the car. Castor reached for him, letting out a sniffling cry. “Be right back,” Bo whispered. He closed the door and jogged around to the driver’s side. He closed the door and reached back with one hand, resting it on Castor’s chest. “Tragically, there’s nothing I can do about weather.”
“I know, babe,” Jensen said. “Leaving the station?”
“Yeah. I need to get the girls from school,” Bo said, clicking his seat belt into place. “What did Tom think about the guy’s description?” he questioned.
“I don’t know. Besides some big words and grunts, he hasn’t said much. I think he’s just mad.”
“Probably. He was told they caught the wrong guy, and now that wrong guy says that it was most definitely him in the first place. Anger is… certainly what I would be feeling,” Bo said.
“Fair enough.” Jensen cleared his throat. “Don’t know about you, Eli, but I’m starving. I’ll talk to you when I know more about the flight, okay?”
“Sounds good, Jens. I’ll talk to you soon.”
“Mmhmm. Love you, Eli.”
“I love you, too, Jens.”
9:37 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, KITCHEN
“Where’s your hubby?” Cecilia Delacroix questioned.
“New Jersey,” Bo said. “He went to question someone related to the case, and his flight was delayed. He’ll be back in the morning.” He held a beer out to Cecilia.
“David and I had a talk.”
“About?” Bo asked, pulling a smoothie from the freezer. He let the door swing shut, bouncing Castor up on his hip. Kayla and Amber were in the family room watching a movie, and Pollux was asleep in the baby bouncer by the island.
“Family.” Cecilia cleared her throat, twisting the cap off her beer. “You weren’t wrong. He wants to get married and have a couple kids.”
“That’s what he told you?” Bo asked. She nodded. “What’d you say?”
“That I needed time to think about it,” she said. “And then I came here.”
Bo nodded slightly, sticking a straw in his smoothie. “Well… what do you think about a family?”
“I’m not sure. I mean… before Jonathan, I wanted kids, but I fell in a love with a guy who was an actor. We moved around a lot or left a lot. He’d come home drunk or high and… and that wasn’t the place for kids. I chose Jonathan over kids because I loved him, you know?”
“I don’t have a problem with kids. I love kids.” She smiled faintly. “Yours, anyway.”
“Is it the marriage part that trips you up?”
“Yeah,” she whispered. “I don’t think I can get married again, Bo. I can’t risk another Jonathan.”
“This isn’t me telling you to get married, but I can promise you that David is never going to turn into a Jonathan. He’s one of the most caring people I know, Celia. He helped me deal with a lot of terrible things while we were looking for Kathy and Dallas. He helped me deal with the aftermath, too. He’s the one who encouraged me to leave Los Angeles for a fresh start. He’s kind and he cares a lot about anyone who’s important to you. You’re one of those people for him.”
“I know,” she said quietly.
“Tell him you don’t know if marriage is something you see in your future. Let him know how you feel, Celia. He told you how he feels because he cares how you feel,” Bo said. He stabbed the frozen chunks of his smoothie with the straw, clearing his throat. “Just talk to him. I you guys both want something… together, he won’t care if that something includes marriage or not.”
“Do you want kids?”
“I… wouldn’t mind one.”
“And David also wouldn’t mind one. If you guys move in together and have a kid or two, he isn’t going to care if you’re married. What he wants is dedication. He wants someone who loves him the way he loves her. He wants someone that wants to be together forever. It doesn’t take a ring to guarantee you’re with the right person,” Bo said.
Cecilia smiled. “When’d you go and get so wise, Austen?”
He chuckled. “When I found the love of my life.”
“Mm.” She took a drink of her beer before shaking her head. “What if David and I aren’t meant to be? What if… what if we shouldn’t get married or have kids?”
“It’s hard to know the answer to that.” Bo took a sip of his smoothie, hiking Castor up on his hip for what felt like the millionth time that day. “Where do you see yourself in five years?”
“I don’t know, Bo.”
“Okay. What’re you gonna do tomorrow?”
“David and I are meeting for lunch in Cliffburn.”
“What’re you doing Saturday?”
“I’m working on an opening statement and then… and then David and I are going out for supper.”
One corner of Bo’s mouth lifted. “What’re you doing Sunday?”
“David and I are planning on being lazy and watching Netflix all day,” Cecilia said. She sighed. “I’m hopelessly in love with the man, aren’t I?”
“Yeah, Celia, I think you are.”
“Damn,” she whispered. “I need to go talk to him, don’t I?”
“At some point, yes, but make sure you’re comfortable talking about it before you leave here. Otherwise, you’ll make a fool of yourself.” Bo chuckled softly. “Not that that’s a terrible thing when it comes to someone you love.”
Cecilia snorted. “I think I’ll finish my drink first.”
“Sounds like a plan, Celia.”
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