Page 155 of Over Her Dead Body

The answer comes almost immediately.

That seems unlike you.

I type my reply.

People keep saying that.

Reid waits until I set the phone down.

“What do I have to give the police?”

“Enough that they stop asking questions.”

“That’s not an answer.”

“No.”

For a while, neither of us speaks.

Prison frightens Reid.

Death frightens him more.

Emma’s death frightens him differently.

People like to call that love.

Sometimes it is simply leverage.

Finally, he laughs once.

“That’s the best you can offer?”

“It is more than Lisbon offered her.”

He looks down for a moment, then back at me.

“I’ll do it.”

I nod.

“That’s it?” he asks.

“What would you prefer?”

“I don’t know.”

“A hug?”

He almost smiles.

Almost.

“Daniel will arrange things. In the meantime, you can go.”

Reid stands and crosses to the door. His hand is already on the knob when he stops.

“There’s something else.”