Never Break the Chain

Part 3

Esme keeps her distance and Javier's obsession gets worse. She decides to let him find her and they're both faced with the hard questions they've been suppressing for decades.

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Steve stood staring and ignored by a red-eyed and greasy Peña still hunched over a desk with boxes of old files piling up around him. The boxes obscured half of him, stacks that started on the desktop, now on the floor. His nose twitched from the dust and his eyes burned from lack of sleep.

"Did you ever leave?" Murphy moves a few boxes to sit on his desk that had been commandeered for Pena's obsession.

As if snapping out of a trance, Javier looks up and around, seeing morning light again through the high windows in the cool-hued room that lacked any warmth in its sterile choice of furnishings. "Guess not." he yawns and looks back down at the work he's done.

"You look like shit, man."

"Thanks." he gruffs out and stretches, a noise that half groan and half yawn escapes him.

"Did you at least find anything?"

"Plenty." he pauses and rubs his face. "Unfortunately." he pushes a legal pad full of scribbled notes with dates.

"These...all her?"

"I think so."

"Damn Javi, you sure can pick 'em." he grins at the expense of his partner.

"She always said she was gonna be rich."

"The Lucchia Heist?" Steve snorts in amusement.

"Potentially. She's..." he lets out a slightly crazed but hushed laugh. "She's fuckin' good." he covers his face before resting his head on his palm, supported by the desk. "I'd bet my badge she's framed more people than I've even had time to find. Had a million aliases. Been everywhere from Corpus Christi to Lima. I've traced her down the continent."

"And she landed right in your backyard." Steve tosses the roughed-up papers, months of research, back in front of him. "You're not a man who believes in fate are ya Javi?" he smirks.

"She said she didn't know I was here." a mumbled response as he begins putting away his research.

"And you believe her?"

He focuses on removing the evidence of his fascination, putting it away in a drawer that's near full and dedicated to her. He stops and pauses, a thoughtful expression before answering, "I might be another sucker in the long list she's got but... yeah, I do."

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With the aged bulbs in the generic hotel room, the woman with him was easy to push out of his mind. He outstretched his arm as she pulled on her panties with a jump.

"Who is Esme?" she asks softly, attempting to make a connection with a man she felt she almost knew with as many times as they'd been together.

He didn't look her way and motioned the hand with the money in it again.

"You've had your nights before but... the past few months you've... and now tonight? Should I be worried?"

"No," he states with a bite. It wasn't directed at her but himself. He tossed the money onto the bed and moved to light a cigarette. "You shouldn't be no matter how I act."

She holds in a sigh, a grimace on her face as she pockets the money and dresses. "Are you su-"

"What do you want to hear?" he turns his head sharply her way, brow low, but not aggressive enough to make her fear him.