Vic's perspective
I hope we aren't chasing our tails with these Russians. I so wanna get these fuckers. We both are quiet on the ride to the park. I check my Glock and make sure it is concealed properly. Walt has his Colt where he always carries it on his right hip with a soft holster. He's so skinny you can't tell he's packin' with his baggy jacket on so he's good to go. I notice he keeps spinning the ring on his finger by moving his pinkie and middle finger in unison. I bet he doesn't know he's doing it and I feel like an asshole for buying the rings in the first place. I feel like an asshole because part of me, more that I want to admit, wants to know what it feels like to be his even if it's for a few hours in a made up fantasy fucked up police operation.
We aren't ever going to talk about all that shit that happened at the bar or the motel. I know he felt it and I know that if he had given me one chance I would have betrayed my husband. I also know, looking over at this very serious man that I have to see my husband. I have to leave Wyoming. I need to get away from Walt because I am not thinking. I am not on point and being cloudy and distracted can get me killed out in the field.
Impulsively, I blurt out, "Hey, Walt when all this quiets down I will need to take a few days off maybe even a week."
He looks over at me with a curious frown, "Everything ok?"
"No, not really."
"k, you want to tell me about it?"
"Not really"
"Is it this Gorski character?"
"No, not exclusively. Listen I just need some time ok"
"ok, Vic."
I can feel it pass between us, the quiet reassurance, knowing without saying.
When we pull up to the park to meet the Gunthers I hop out of the truck as soon as he slides it into gear. It's time to put my game face on and go to work. I put my arm in his, "Sell it" I whisper and I see the corners of his mouth peak ever so slightly, happy at the thought of being mine. It feels good being his if only for a moment. It feels so good that I don't want to ask forgiveness or permission. I just want this to be.