“Are you sure we should do this?” Milo asked.

“Come on, it’ll be fine!” Doris shrugged. She acted like it was no big deal, but it did make her a little uncomfortable, so she took his hand in hers and offered a small encouraging smile for the both of them. As it turned out, Jamey, whose affiliates had Sullivan killed, leaked his location.

“Didn’t expect you guys,” Jamey’s unmistakable voice sounded as they approached. Her toffee-colored skin clung to her cheekbones, which stuck out a little more than they used to. The dirty grey jumpsuit and the chain attaching her to the chair only accentuated the blank expression in her dark eyes, though they seemed to brighten a little when she saw them through the thick Plexiglas.

“Just thought we’d see how you’re doing,” Milo said through gritted teeth.

“Not bad for being in prison,” she smirked.

Doris shook his head slowly. “You don’t feel anything, do you?” At Jamey’s vacant stare she elaborated, “You don’t feel bad for what you did. Does that mean anything to you?”

“I did what I had to.”

“All this time, I never once suspected... I thought you were our friend,” Milo spat.

Jamey looked him squarely in the eye and snapped, “I am your friend. I had to pull a lot of strings to make sure neither of you got hurt.” Her voice broke dangerously and she looked away again.

“Oh, that makes me feel better. Come on,” he tugged on Doris’ hand, “Let’s get out of here.”

Just as they turned to leave, Jamey glanced down at their entwined hands and added wryly, “I always knew there was something between you guys.”

They hesitated but kept on walking, each clutching the other’s hand just a little harder as three best friends became two... and maybe the two best friends might have become a little more.