Executioner – Chapter Forty


Chapter Forty

Friday: April 17, 2026

“Morning, kiddo.”

Bo nodded. “Morning,” he said softly.

“What’s your plan for today?”

“I’m having breakfast with Mom and Dad after I’m done here. Then I’ll go back home to spend the rest of the day with the girls and Jensen,” Bo said. “Celia’s at the house, and Castor’s doing great in the hospital, so… so good news for the day.”

Jamal nodded. “You feel old yet?”

Bo chuckled. “No, I think I’m safe until I’m forty. Then I’ll feel old.”

The older man smiled. “Probably,” he agreed. He slid a badge across the table. “You hold onto that until I tell you otherwise.”

Bo frowned. “Dallas?”


“If you promote Dallas, Kathy won’t have a partner again,” Bo said.

“I’m sure that’ll work itself out,” Jamal said. “Dallas,” he greeted.

Dallas nodded, raising an eyebrow. “You want me to wait outside till you and Bo are done?”

“No, come on in. Bo’s part of this,” Jamal said.

Dallas stepped into the office, shutting the door behind him. He crossed the room and sat down beside Bo. “What’s this about?”

“I’m firing your wife,” Jamal said.

“You’re what?” Bo asked in a whisper.

Dallas cleared his throat. “What’d she do this time?”

“I’ve been informed that she told Jensen that Bo was only marrying him to get over Bridget, that… he doesn’t love Jensen. I won’t have that in my station. I won’t let her treat them that way,” Jamal said.

Dallas turned toward Bo. “Did you know about this?”


“He wasn’t aware I was firing her,” Jamal said. “He’s not even the one who told me.”

Dallas held up a hand. “I’m not asking about that. Did you know she said that to Jensen?”

“Of course I knew. Jensen tells me everything,” Bo said.

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me?” Dallas asked.

“Because… she’s your wife?” Bo questioned. “I wasn’t planning on tattling on her to you. Or to anyone, for that matter. I’m a grown man. I can take a few hits here and there.”

“This isn’t about hits, Bo. This about someone you thought of as a friend treating you like shit,” Dallas said. “We’re supposed to be friends. You don’t have to hide this kind of thing from me. Is that why she didn’t come to the wedding?”

“I told her not to show up,” Bo said. “She wasn’t welcome.”

“And you?” Dallas asked, turning to Jamal. “When did you find out?”

Jamal shrugged. “March.”

Dallas scoffed. “All right, what else? You’re firing me too because I’m obviously to blame for her faults?” he asked.

“No. Bo?” Jamal asked. Bo stared down at his hands for a moment before handing the badge over to Dallas. “Lieutenant. You wouldn’t need a partner. It’s a desk job, Dallas.”

“You want… to promote me?” Dallas questioned. He lifted his gaze to Jamal’s face. “Me?”


“You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you. I hate that you took Katherine away from me,” Jamal said. “Yes or no?”

“She’ll kill me,” Dallas said. He set the badge on Jamal’s desk and stood up. “This would be an honor, Jamal, and I thank you, but I can’t. When you fire Kathy, I have to go, too.”

“Don’t let Katherine make decisions for you,” Jamal said. “You make a decision based on what you want to do, not what she wants. She’s done things behind your back long enough. It’s your turn to make one choice of your own,” he said.

Dallas shook his head. “There’s no point. I’ll be fired as soon as you’re no longer in charge,” he said.

“No, you won’t,” Jamal assured.

“How do you know that?”

“I’m… I’m taking over for Jamal, Dallas,” Bo whispered.


“Me,” Bo assured.

“So… so you’d be in charge?”

Bo nodded slowly. “And you’d be my second-in-command.”

Dallas glanced back and forth between the two men before picking up the badge, running his thumb over the name ‘Silver’ at the top. “She’ll never forgive me, you know,” he said quietly. “There’s a reason she made you hire her back, Jamal. She didn’t think I was good enough to do it without her. If I got the job, she had to get it, too. I’m nothing without her.”

“Then prove her wrong,” Jamal said softly. “And, truthfully, if she’s willing to apologize to both Jensen and Bo, I’ll hire her back. But until then, I won’t have her in my station.”

“I’ll… I’ll accept it on one condition.”


“Don’t hire her back.”

Jamal’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”

“She’s a better person when she isn’t working as a detective. When we ran away? She was happy and kind and loving. When we were in prison, we’d write to each other. She was happy and kind and loving. When you got us both out, it was the same. Happy, kind, loving. As soon as she was hired back here? She went back to being the same person I met during the OCK case. So don’t hire her back.”


Dallas looked down at Bo. “You have promise me you won’t hire her once you’re in charge.”

Bo glanced over at Jamal before nodding slowly. “Deal.”

“Thank you.” Dallas pulled his detective’s badge off his belt and handed it to Jamal. “Thank you,” he repeated.

“My pleasure, Dallas. Mind sending your wife in? She already knows I want to see her,” Jamal said.

“Sure, Jamal.” Dallas clapped Bo on the shoulder before leaving the room.

“You’re dismissed,” Jamal said. “I don’t want you in here for this.”

“Why not?”

“Because Katherine’s an angry person, remember? I’ll deal with it myself.” Jamal smiled softly. “You go see your parents, celebrate your birthday. You haven’t done that enough in your lifetime. I’ll see you around, all right?”

“Okay,” Bo said quietly, pushing himself to his feet. “June? I’ll see you in June when Pollux is born?”

“One hundred percent, Bo. Enjoy your day.”

“You, too, Jamal.” Bo walked out of his office, neatly stepping out of Kathy’s way. He headed back to Dallas’s desk. “There’s another thing I didn’t tell you,” he said.

“About Kathy?” Dallas asked.

“No, about me. I didn’t want Kathy to know about it, so I kept it from you, too.” Bo cleared his throat. “Jensen and I are having twins. Boys, one of which was born early in March. The other’s due in June. Cecilia’s our surrogate.”

Dallas lifted his blue eyes to Bo’s face before smiling softly. “That’s amazing Bo. Names?”

“Castor and Pollux.”

“Which one’s yours?” Dallas asked, pulling out one of the chairs at his desk. He nodded toward it, leaning back against the corner of his desk.

Bo sat down in the chair. “Castor. He’s our preemie. Healthy, though. I was able to actually physically hold him yesterday. Gently, of course, but… but it’s a step up from just being able to touch his hand.”

“That’s good, Bo.” Dallas cocked his head to the side. “When’re you bringing them to L.A.?”

“About a week or so after Pollux is born. We’re adding onto the second floor of the house in Clinstone, and we don’t want the twins there while they’re building,” Bo explained. “And then I’ll be going back to Clinstone again at the end of June to help Jake and Alice move to a new place.”

“Talk about a busy month.”

Bo chuckled. “Busy month,” he repeated.

Dallas leaned forward just enough to backhand Bo’s shoulder. “I’m proud of you, Bo. Sorry you felt the need to hide that from me.” He smiled. “I won’t tell Kath. If you ever tell me something, if you say not to tell her, I won’t. Simple as that.”

“Thanks, Dallas.”

“No problem. You’re still my closest friend, Bo. I’m not going to go out of my way to make you miserable or to purposely do something you blatantly asked me not to,” Dallas said.

“I know.”

Dallas lifted his head. “You should go before she comes out of the office. I don’t want you in the crossfire of whatever ‘follow me to the parking lot’ fight is going to come from this,” he said.

Bo nodded, rising to his feet. “I’ll see you in June.”

“June,” Dallas repeated. “Call me when you get back in. I wanna see the Austen-Taylor babies as soon as they’re in L.A.,” he said.

Bo smiled faintly. “Sure thing, Dallas.”

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