Theo hadn’t been getting any rest. One would think that he would find the chance to take a couple of days off before he plunged himself into another case. But, instead, he went instantly back to work a day later. He had managed to stumble on a conversation between the members of Los Nahuales and their plans to move into Austin. From there, events began to spiral with increasing involvement by the new group of raiders, namely their assistance to the Hellhounds on Adelaide’s breakout at the Capitol. He didn’t know what to make of the entire situation.
Although he was glad that Adelaide and Charlie were safe, Theo couldn’t overlook the lives that were loss in the process, especially the ones from the Department of Justice. They were innocent. Wrong place, wrong time. But he was conflicted. Guilt, he supposed that was what it was. He had contact to the Dog King, yet he had no intention of letting anyone know he did – even if it was his job to bring him and his men in. His morality had been off-kilter ever since his confrontation with Zeckendorf. Something that he hadn’t bothered to seriously reflect on yet. And, by the same principle, he was going to push the matter concerning Rodeo out of his mind and focus all of his attention on the new drug dealers in town.
It was far simpler than facing the other two looming questions of right and wrong.
Receiving a text from Torrie had certainly snapped him out of his somberness. He was aware that he had recently grown somewhat distant and people were starting to notice. He needed to remedy it before his behavior became a concern. The opportunity to pay a visit to Torrie was enough to lift his spirit. Seeing her always did ease him. It would also do him some good to get away from work for a while.
A hint of a weary smile fell into place at the sight of her. He had changed into a clean set of clothes, a dark gray t-shirt and jeans. His handguns and a military grade knife were sheathed to his side with a rifle strapped to his back. A knapsack slung over his shoulder lopsidedly with the items he had brought with him. His voice was its normal candor as he reached her side. “Not even for a quick nap? I haven’t slept in a proper bed in two years. Take pity on me.” She looked anxious, alert. He couldn’t blame her considering where they were and where they were about to venture into.
“And, remember, I’m a gentleman now. I would never take advantage of you.”