Tomcat himself guarded the door along with two other agents but he’d given Styx and Law a wide berth. Finally, on the day they were taking Paulo back to the cabin, Tomcat came into the room and Styx left Law sitting by Paulo so he could set things right with Tomcat. He’d forgiven his partner for the most part—Tomcat had stood by him when most men wouldn’t have. After all, he’d been saddled with Styx when he was young and pissed at the world—and had a target on his back. Styx found out later that Tomcat had requested to be partnered with him. “I knew you were loyal,” he’d explain later, and yes, that was one quality Styx had in spades. Tomcat was thirty-six a tall-assed motherfucker with a penchant for men and women—sometimes at the same time—and Styx loved the hell out of him. “You all kiss and make up?” Tomcat asked. “Literally, yes.” Tomcat smiled. “Well hell, Styx, I didn’t think you were that kinky.” “Me neither.” “What about me?
