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Today, Cal is vomit-free.

He has a small scarlet feather in his hair, though. He hasn't noticed it yet.

He's at a table with a cup of coffee, half-watching the crowd.

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He looks at her.

"It didn't come with me when I died."

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She waits to see if he'll elaborate.

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After a few seconds, he does.

"I was in the mob's pocket for a long time. They didn't like it very much when I decided to stop."

His words are cold and quiet; any hint of the developing camaraderie of before is gone.

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"God, I'm sorry, Cal."

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"I got what I deserved."

He probably shouldn't be telling her this. If his double is anything like him, he'll rebel eventually too. Cal could be changing their timeline by giving her what basically boils down to advance warning.

In this moment, he can't bring himself to care very much.

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"That is such a load of crap," she says evenly. "I'm sure whatever petty dictator you pissed off thought he was justified in having you shot, and I'm sure I'd feel justified in doing the same to him. I'm sorry because you died of being exactly the person you are and I can't fix it."

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Cal puts his mug down hard.

"The person I was," he says sharply, "was a cowardly lying sack of shit. I let Gliardi run my career for years because I didn't have the fucking spine to tell him to go fuck himself. When I finally did, it was too late for me to get out alive, and I deserved that. I am not that person anymore."

He won't let himself be.

Ever.

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"What am I going to do about it? I'd take the organization apart in a second to save your life, but you're already dead. And my husband knows that if he ever can't deal anymore, all he has to do is warn me before he goes to the police."

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Cal laughs.

It's a humorless, derisive sound.

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Tightly: "Yes?"

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"I'm sure that would end really well for him," Cal says snidely.

Perhaps he could hand her the gun as he warned her, to save them both some time.

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James closes her eyes.





"Thanks for telling me," she says at last, not quite steadily.

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Cal is unmoved.

(It must be an act. He doesn't even consider the possibility that it isn't.)

"I probably shouldn't have," he says. "Maybe you'll get lucky and he'll overdose or something instead."

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She opens her eyes again and looks at him.

"I don't blame you for not trusting me. I don't even have the right to blame you for not trusting me. I wouldn't, if I were you."

And yet, somehow, it still hurts.

"Does getting drunk help, in your experience? I've never tried."

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Cal picks his mug back up.

"I was never much of a drinker," he says. "I preferred heroin."

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"My husband still smokes pot."

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"I never gave up pot," Cal says. "It passed the time between injections."

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"Why," she murmurs, "do I have a sudden urge to halt the sale of heroin across the continent."

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"No idea," Cal says. "It's a lot easier to run my career for me when I'm too high to string two words together."

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"I think I will. Kill the heroin trade, I mean. I only run your career for you because the other option is letting your mother do it."

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"I'm sorry," Cal says, "am I supposed to be impressed?"

Because he's not.

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"No. I obviously can't impress you and I don't waste time trying to accomplish the impossible."

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. . . yeah, Cal's not buying that.

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"This isn't a conversation anymore, is it. I'm talking to an imaginary person who is Cal Chandler and you're talking to an imaginary person who is a mob boss and neither of us is ever going to hear a word the other says."

She stands up.

"Goodbye, Cal."

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"Go home and put him out of his fucking misery," Cal says. "He'll thank you for it, because if he isn't miserable yet, he will be."

If they have anything in common at all. He will be.