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Running Score: 140 (5/8)
Word Count: 19,678

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blame me for the rocks | murder train | 300

[iluvroadrunner6]

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Mason says he’d reach out to her the day after he sees Gunther. She doesn’t hear from him for a week. She delicately swings by Archeron’s house, and Gunther is still there, jumping to his captor’s every beck and call.

At Mason’s office, the door is suspiciously locked. She stares it down until she hears the set of footsteps coming up behind her. “Virgil. Where is your patron?”

“The country,” Virgil replies, his tone amused. “I can give him a call for you, if you like?”

She flashes him a smile. “I’ll just take an address, if you do not mind.” This is a conversation best had in person.

Two days later, she arrives at the Morrisons’ country estate—so far to the south that the winter flurries have faded to golden fields and sun. When she is shown to the parlor of the manor, Mason looks up and is as delighted to see her.

“Gertie Devereaux. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

He says it just as he said it a week ago. She sighs. “Mason, when was the last time we saw each other?”

He blinks, confused before shaking his head. “I think it’s been a couple years, actually. Why?”

Gertie blinks, trying not to seem disappointed, or more importantly, frustrated. She isn’t interested in dancing around the point. At least not when she feels she’s not sure she’ll be believed.

“Nothing. Never mind.”

Mason frowns, almost as though he’s seeing more than she wants to show and he reaches forward to take her hands. “Stay for dinner, won’t you? Let’s catch up.”

She isn’t sure she wants to. She’s not sure she can do all of this again. But Mason is her friend and it’ll probably be good to keep the door open. Just in case.