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remember that if I ever bring a client here.”
    She indulged him with a laugh. “I guess it’s not the greatest place in town, but you know, I’m used to it.”
    “How long has it been since you transferred to Newton?”
    “A year. I moved over here just after—well, you know.”
    “After you filed for divorce.”
    “Right.”
    “You can say the words, C.J. I’m a big boy.” He leaned back in his chair, which creaked ominously. “You know, I used to think you were nuts.”
    “Did you?” She felt a spasm of irritation at him and hid it behind a smile. “How so?”
    “Doing this job. When I hear gunshots, I run the other way. You go toward them. There’s a certain element of insanity in that behavior, don’t you think?”
    “We can’t all be lawyers,” she said peevishly.
    “I’m not being confrontational. I just mean, what you do is so foreign to me. Always has been.”
    “Sometimes it feels foreign to me too. When I hear gunshots, I’d like to run the other way, just like you.”
    “But you don’t. I admire that. I don’t profess to understand it, necessarily—but I admire it anyway.”
    The compliment silenced her. She was not accustomed to kindness from him.
    The caffe lattes arrived, carried by Mrs. Salazar. C.J. sipped the foam in silence and considered what Adam had said. Did he admire her? Had he ever? She suspected his actual feelings were closer to contempt—not for her alone, but for people in general, all those people who were not smart enough or flashy enough or suave enough to rise to the heights he was scaling. She might be wrong, though. She hoped so.
    “C.J.?” Adam asked. “You still here?”
    She looked up, remembering where she was. “Sorry. Guess you kind of startled me with that little testimonial.”
    “I’ll take it all back if it makes you feel better.”
    She smiled. “No, I liked hearing it. Except, you know, there are times when I think you might be right about the insanity part. I wonder if maybe there’s not a kind of death wish in what I do.” The words came out before she had time to consider them.
    Adam leaned forward, frowning. “Crisis of confidence? That’s not like you.”
    She wished she hadn’t said anything. But that was how it had always been with her and Adam—his simple presence seemed to bring out her innermost thoughts.
    “It’s nothing,” she said. “I’m not myself today, that’s all.”
    “Why not?”
    “Well, there was this situation—” She stopped herself, thinking, There I go again.
    “Situation?”
    “We don’t have to talk about this.”
    “It’s okay,” Adam said.
    She wondered if it really was okay—to open up to this man who had betrayed her. It felt wrong, and yet he was here, and she needed to talk to someone.
    His blue eyes watched her, patient, waiting.
    “It was a hostage situation,” she said slowly. “My partner had called for backup. We should’ve waited for SWAT.”
    “But you didn’t?”
    “No.”
    “You and your partner went into some kind of SWAT situation without backup?”
    “Not my partner. Me.”
    “Alone?”
    “Yup.”
    “Christ, when you said you had a death wish—” He cut himself off. “Sorry, that didn’t come out too well.”
    “It came out fine. You’re right. It was a stupid thing for me to do. Except, see, there was a child involved. And I thought he’d be safer if I went in alone.”
    “Isn’t SWAT trained to handle these things?”
    C.J. looked away. “Their training doesn’t always work out so well in the real world. I didn’t want a bloodbath in there.”
    “Bloodbath?”
    “It happens.” She had never told him what she’d seen at Harbor Division, and she wasn’t going to share it with him now.
    “I thought SWAT were the elite, the pros.”
    “They are. But ... well, sometimes things go wrong. You know, everybody says this city is a war zone, and they’re right. But maybe we shouldn’t fight on those terms—or at least we shouldn’t be so gung ho