Gary Ponzo - A Touch of Deceit

“Well, I love it,” Julie said. “It sure beats, ‘We were shot at today, Jule, but don’t worry they missed us again.’”

Steele laughed. Nick and Matt shrugged, as if they hadn’t a clue what she was talking about.

“You guys staying for coffee?” Nick said.

“Naw,” Matt said. “I’ve got to get back and shower. I’m on call today.”

“On call?” Nick scoffed. “Exactly what does on call mean to a resident agent in Payson-on a Sunday? You waiting for someone to pull a gun on an ATM machine?”

“Very funny, Sheriff.” Matt pointed to a couple of teenagers in an aluminum rowboat fishing the far end of the lake. “I suppose you’re spying on the Chandler boys, waiting for them to exceed their limit. That would be a big catch for you, wouldn’t it?”

“Listen to you two,” Steele said. “Both of you bellyaching over the lack of stress in your jobs. Do you really miss the action that much?”

“A little machismo never hurt anyone,” Matt said.

Now it was Julie’s turn to roll her eyes. She looked at Steele who was still breathing heavy. “How far did you go?”

“Forty miles.” She gestured to Julie, “You should come with us sometime.”

Julie smiled. “I think I will.”

Matt pointed to the newspaper in Nick’s lap. “Too bad about Mustafa, huh.”

Julie gave Nick a suspicious glance. “Mustafa?”

Nick handed a section of the paper to Julie and tapped a particular article listed under ‘World Events.’ Julie scanned the story. “Small caliber shot to the back of the head,” she said. “Almost sounds like a Mafia hit.”

Nick and Matt were quiet.

Steele cocked her head. “What do you two characters know about it?”

“Just what I read in the paper,” Matt said.

“Ditto,” Nick said, opening the comics. “There’s too much violence in the world.”

While still reading the article, Julie added, “It says that Mustafa was the fifth member of the FBI’s top ten list to be murdered in the past five months.”

Matt leaned over and felt the pressure in his tires.

Nick held up the comics and laughed. “That Dilbert just kills me.”

Julie finished the story and put the paper down. She looked over at Nick who was pretending to be fascinated with the entire section of animated cartoons. She shook her head. “You can take the boy out of the FBI, but you can’t take the FBI out of the boy.”

“Amen,” Steele said, watching Matt hop on his bike seat and begin pedaling down the hill.

“We’ll see you guys later,” he said.

“Yeah, thanks,” Nick said, sardonically.

Steele glanced over her shoulder as she pulled away. “Was he always this helpful when he was your partner?”

“Worse,” Nick said, waving her off.

As they watched the two resident agents ride away, Julie said, “I like her.”

“So do I.”

Julie picked up Nick’s coffee mug and headed inside. “Another cup?”

“Why not.”

A few minutes later Julie returned and placed Nick’s coffee mug on the railing. She sat down next to him, picked up her knitting needles and regained a familiar rhythm. Nick reached over and grabbed the business section of the paper.

Julie gazed at the majestic setting before them and sighed. “It’s so pretty up here, isn’t it?”

“It sure is.”

“A beautiful place to raise children.”

“You bet.”

“Do you remember telling me that you would build a swing set in the yard when we had kids?”

“I do,” Nick said, turning a page.

“How long does it take for you to build something like that?”

Nick snapped the paper shut and turned to see Julie working her knitting needles with a sly grin.

“Why?” he asked.

“Because,” she reached into her pocket and held up a square white cuvette. In the center of the cuvette was the universal plus sign for positive. “You’ve got approximately seven months to finish the job.”

Nick’s smile was instant and genuine. He pulled Julie into a warm hug and the two of them melted into each other’s arms. Their dreams mingled together like the sheets and blanket of an infant’s crib.

Nick took in a deep breath as they rocked back and forth. All those years of silence built up inside of him. He whispered, “I lov-”

“I know,” Julie said, clutching Nick with all of her might. “I’ve always known.”