In the silence of the early morning, they laid there, and Corbin finally spoke.
“I was worried about you both.”
Yeah, well, they figured that was going to be something that happened for a while. Had anyone told Gene that he would let Corbin climb into their bed, he would have laughed his ass off.
Only, the man was still scared.
And recovering.
“Was it bad?” he asked.
Gene shared.
“The handling of the assholes who hurt you was easy, until the last one punched Ethan in the vest, and a little baggie of Snow exploded in his face. The aftereffects wereHARD.”
As in their erections.
“Did you catch them?” he asked. “All of them?”
Getting up, Gene went and got his bag. Inside of it, there were the pictures.
“I’ll show you these if you think you can identify the men who raped you.”
His eyes went huge.
That’s when Ethan pulled him back, and tucked him against his chest as his body went into fight or flight mode, and he tried to get out of the bed.
“Breathe,” he whispered. “This is more for us to know if anyone else was there, maybe watching, or helping.”
Corbin got it.
That calmed him right down.
“I can do it.”
When Gene held up the pictures, Corbin pointed at the five at the top.
“Those five,” he said, shaking a little.
Gene picked them up, and he saw that they’d nailed it. The targets were brought in.
“I have good news and bad news,” he said, putting the photos back in the envelope.
Corbin waited.
“What?”
“The good news is we bagged and tagged all five of them. They’re on their way to Gitmo with the Marines for interrogation.”
He whimpered.
“What if they get out?”
Ethan reassured him.
“No one gets out of Camp Gitmo. They disappear,” he admitted.
Gene interjected.
