Marlowe
I found Dorian in the garage's back lot, sorting through a delivery of reclaimed parts, and understood, watching him work with the same steady diligence he'd shown since his reinstatement, that I owed him a conversation neither of us had properly finished since the night at Teller's roadhouse.
"We never talked about it," I said, settling onto a nearby crate. "What actually happened. Teller's leverage over you, the messages, all of it. I've been carrying half a story since that night, and I think we both deserve the whole thing."
Dorian set down his tools, something careful and a little afraid crossing his weathered face. "I wondered if you'd ever ask. Wondered if you'd rather just leave it buried, given everything else you've already forgiven."
"I haven't forgiven all of it yet
