Copycat – Chapter Thirteen

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Chapter Thirteen

1:16 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, KITCHEN

“Listening,” Jamal answered after the first ring.

“Thanatos,” Bo said.

“You have got to be shitting me. He’s willing to take on that crazy son of a bitch’s persona?” Jamal asked.

“Apparently,” Bo said. He pushed the bag of sweet potatoes closer to Jacob, using his shoulder to pin his phone to his ear. Surprisingly, Jacob looked happy to be in the kitchen, happy to be cooking. “The real one. He’s still in prison, right?”

“One hundred percent,” Jamal said.

“Thought so,” Bo said quietly, leaning back as Jacob reached across the counter for a knife. “You have to wash those, Jake.”

“I’m getting there, lab geek. Control yourself,” Jacob said, elbowing Bo in the side.

Bo smiled faintly. “But with this, I can only imagine you know who’s next,” he said.

“Ammut, I would assume,” Jamal said.

“That’s what I was thinking,” Bo agreed. He flipped open the egg carton in front of him, clearing his throat.

“Which means more dead people.”

“Bingo.” Bo grabbed an egg, cracked it in the little glass bowl before him.

“Was it clay this time?” Jamal asked.

“Yep. Dragon,” Bo said, dropping the eggshell back into its spot in the carton. Jacob glanced down at the blonde before going back to washing the potatoes.

“Lizard blood?” Jamal asked.

In a way, Bo almost felt honored that Jamal knew so much about the case. Kathy hadn’t worked the case for the first several scenes. Jamal knowing about them meant he had done his research. “Yeah,” Bo said. He used a fork to whisk the egg before pouring it into the bowl beneath his mixer.

“Why is that, again?” Jamal questioned.

“Umm, reptilian relations between the two,” Bo said, his brow furrowing. “It’s all pretty complicated,” he added, repeating the crack, whisk, pour process with a second egg.

“Yeah, I know. That case wasn’t exactly easy,” Jamal said. “Not to mention that you were working your ass off to help Katherine with Ammut, as well.” He cleared his throat. “What’re you going to do when he takes on Ammut’s M.O.?”

“I haven’t decided yet,” Bo said honestly, grabbing a third egg. “Die, maybe?”

“As much as I’d love to allow you to fulfill your every dream, that’s the one I draw the line on,” Jamal said.

“I know.”

Jamal sighed. “Look, kiddo, I’ll be installing cameras in your house here in a couple hours. You’ll be able to see everything. It’ll make you feel better,” he promised. “Until then, spend time with Jake and his kids and Thomas. Have Thanksgiving and think about family and happiness and all of that sappy jazz rather than this stalker bullshit. I’ve got your six, even a thousand miles apart. I have always got your back. This is no different. So, leave the worrying up to me… okay?”

“Okay, Jamal,” Bo said softly.

“I love you, kid,” Jamal said.

“Love you, too, Jamal.”

“Enjoy yourself today. I’ll talk to you soon.”

“Okay. You, too.” Bo ended the call, setting his phone on the counter.

“What was all of that about? Thanatos?” Jacob questioned.

“A possible Thanatos copycat popped up in L.A.. Jamal wanted to clarify a few things from the original case to see how close the two were,” Bo said.

“Well, I bet he’s pretty damn glad he’s got you on his side, then,” Jacob said.

“Yeah,” Bo whispered. He wanted to tell Jacob about the copycat. He wanted to tell Jacob everything, but he knew he couldn’t. Jacob had enough on his shoulders. Bo wasn’t willing to add anything more to that. So, instead, he elbowed the sergeant in the side. “Now stop eavesdropping and hurry up with those sweet potatoes.”

Jacob chuckled. “Will do, Blondie.”

11:04 PM; CLINSTONE, THE AUSTEN-TAYLOR HOUSEHOLD, MASTER BEDROOM

With the dishes washed and leftovers put away, with Jacob back at the hospital with Alice and all three of their children tucked in, with Thomas sound asleep on the couch and Cecilia sound asleep beside him on the bed, Bo lay with his phone sandwiched between his ear and his pillow, his eyes closed.

“How was yours?” Jensen asked.

“Good,” Bo whispered. “I actually got Jake to make and eat food. It… it was good,” he said. “Yours?”

“Amazing. Your mom’s an amazing cook.” Jensen snorted. “Not that that’s a surprise or anything.”

Bo smiled, his free arm tightening around Cecilia as she stirred, wrapping her fist around the collar of his shirt. “I can’t wait to see you on Sunday.”

“God, I know. I can’t wait, either,” Jensen said. He chuckled softly. “I don’t know how people manage long distance, Eli. This is killer.”

Bo fought back a shiver. “I know.”

“Over a thousand miles apart,” Jensen said quietly.

“One thousand, three hundred fifty-one-point-four,” Bo mumbled.

“Yeah, there you go, you adorable little shit.” Bo smiled. “What’s the plan? I mean, with Jake’s kids at the house. Where do the girls go?” Jensen asked.

“I figured Jake’s kids could sleep in Amber’s room. Kayla and Amber can share Kayla’s room until everything settles again,” Bo said. “I mean, that’s where they’ve been sleeping. Amber’s room. They like being together right now,” he explained.

“Makes sense,” Jensen murmured. “I love you, Eli.”

“I love you, too, Jens,” Bo whispered.


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