A short chapter, this should be finished in the next three or four chapters. Thank you everyone for reading!

The death of his son weighed heavily on Walter. Mac continued on as usual, taking care of business while Walter took care of Devon's funeral arrangements. He had just come from meeting with the funeral director and sat at the bar to pour himself a drink when Mac walked in.

"Hey, Are we still sending Dave to New Mexico?" he asked reaching over the bar to grab two beers.

Walter didn't answer, instead he poured himself another shot.

"Hey," Mac snapped. "Are you going to answer me? Lluvia's outside, it's too damn hot to wait."

"Don't you give a fuck at all about your brother?"

"You want to tell me Devon was bawling his eyes out when I fell off that cliff." Mac laughed in his father's face. "That boy didn't even have a tear to spare for his girlfriend. I may be sick, but I'm not a damn hypocrite." he grabbed the beers and headed out to the front door. "I'm sending Dave, you aren't thinking clearly."

"You don't give a damn about anything but yourself."

"Not true." was Mac's only reply as he walked out the door and across the dusty parking lot to his truck.

"Not true." Walter murmured to himself. "No," he saw his son hand Lluvia a beer, tapping the necks together in a toast and taking a swallow before engaging in a heated kiss, "No, not only yourself son. I guess I was wrong about that." he turned away from the window and the kissing couple and began wiping down the counters of the bar only to get them dirty again with his falling tears. "Devon, I'm sorry." he sniffed.

MMMMMMM

"How's your dad?" Lluvia asked when they finally pulled apart and began the drive back home.

"Crying for his dead son." Mac's mouth tilted up in a half smile. It was no secret he was relieved over his brothers death.

"Are we going to the funeral?"

"No."

"Wanna go away for the weekend?"

"What wanna see your family?"

"No, somewhere else, maybe a cabin somewhere. I hear Colorado is beautiful, we could get a cabin in the mountains, nice and secluded, spend the weekend just you and me."

"I like it." Mac gave her a devilish grin. "We could Celebrate."

Lluvia didn't exactly feel like they should celebrate but she wasn't about to argue with Mac over it, he needed this.

"Sooooo," she smiled at him. "I should start looking?" she asked hopefully.

"Hell yeah girl." Mac was positively cheerful. "Let's go on vacation."

MMMMMMMMM

Mac and Lluvia were gone the day before the funeral. Walter supposed that was for the best. He was the only one at the funeral, Devon didn't make friends in the business, he cut ties with his "father's" family and his mother's family. That left Walter on his own by his youngest son's grave.

He looked up and around, the day was warm and bright, not a cloud in the sky, he took that as a good sign, perhaps his son was at peace now.

"Looks like we got it wrong Devon. We loved the wrong women, you are dead and I will die alone." he let out a deep breath. "I hope you are happy son." he picked up a handful of dirt and dropped it with a thunk on the onyx coffin below. "Goodbye."

He turned and walked back to his truck, back to his lonely life, back to his bar.