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14 – The Tide Pulls From The Moon

Leave it to Roan to pull the rug out from under him before they even had a fight.

Dylan knew he shouldn’t stew, but he was frustrated. It was like they weren’t married, it was like they were roommates, almost perennially missing each other, ships passing in the night. It was happening too much lately, and he was getting fed up. They had so much scheduled!  He had a gallery showing this weekend, and then Kevin had invited them over for dinner  on Sunday night. Dylan was already planning to make a vegan Moroccan couscous to bring over, he had half the ingredients already, and he wasn’t sure if they should bring over a bottle of wine or not. Was Kevin still seeing that hustler guy? He wished he could ask, but he was lucky to see Roan conscious for twenty minutes lately.

It was the case, of course, but for Roan there was always another case, another  puzzle to solve, another person to save. Because that’s what he did, and that was the problem you had to adapt to when you married a superhero. He got that, he really did … or at least he liked to think he got that. But sometimes it was hard. Sometimes he just wanted to come home to a husband waiting for him with a nice cup of tea and a good DVD. Okay, that was unlikely to ever happen, but every now and again Roan would surprise him with something like that. He could be as thoughtful as he could be insensitive, one of his many dichotomies.
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13 – Remember Me Lover

“Get the fuck outta my house,” Harvey said, anger starting to crack his neutral façade. “How dare you accuse me of killing Melly!”

The rage seemed genuine enough, but there was something off about it. “You know, I found a stolen item in your garage. One call, and the police will be down here, sifting through it themselves. Do you really want me to bring them into this?”

Harvey’s eyes glittered in the inconsistent light of the television, like a hunted animal peering out of a dark burrow. “If  you’re so convinced I’m evil, why didn’t you bring the cops?”

“Because cops make people clam up. I’d rather you talk.”

“Clam up?” He chuckled derisively. “How noir of you. Is this how you make your living? Making crazy accusations?”

“This is your last chance.”
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