Horatio shrugged and tried to lean back in his seat. His cuffed hands put paid to the cynical indifference he was trying to hide behind.
"Am I going to be charged with something," he inquired as he held out his hands and shook the cuffs. "Or are these merely for decoration?"
Rick sighed. He walked over and undid the cuffs. "You are being kept on ice until the repercussions from tonight's sting filter through the criminal establishment."
Horatio rubbed his wrists and snorted in derision. "One thing certainly hasn't changed. You still know how to sling the shit."
"Don't start picking a fight because you're pissed off, Horatio," Rick countered knowing it would set off his ex and give him the excuse to throw him in the drunk tank for the night.
"I'll be a good boy, Rick," Horatio muttered. "I don't feel like spending the night with the drunks."
"Then help me understand what went wrong," Rick requested. He pulled out a chair and sat across from Horatio. "What made you go rogue?"
Horatio looked Rick directly in the eye and softly said, "Raymond."
TBC…