“Gladly,” Hazard growled.

“Dude,” Dulac protested, gesturing to his injured arm. “Bro. Dude. Bro.” Then he seemed to think and added, “Dude.”

“Fine,” Somers said. “He can stay.”

“We’re not done moving yet, by the way,” Dulac said. “So you guys can be there in the morning after your gross old-man sex to help us finish.”

“No,” Hazard said.

“It’s the least you can do after thinking I was a fucking murderer, bro.” Then Dulac grinned. “How badass is that? I was your fucking number-one suspect.”

“You were a possible suspect,” Hazard said.

“You thought I was a stone-cold killer.”

“I mistakenly believed that in spite of all your past incompetency, you might have successfully committed a series of brutal murders.”

“Bro,” Dulac said, his eyes welling, “that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said.”

“Congratulations,” Darnell said; he still had dark circles under his eyes, and he moved slowly as he nudged Dulac along.

“Treat my boy right, Emery,” Dulac said, throwing his good arm around Somers. “Let him get that ass as often as he wants.”

Hazard opened his mouth, frowned, and leaned forward. “Jesus Christ. Are you high?”

“Bro, I got stabbed. I’m just staying ahead of the pain.” To Somers he said, “John-Henry, now that you guys are married, I seriously need you to think about a foursome.”

“Ok,” Darnell said. “We’re done. We’re very happy for you guys.”

“I just love you so much,” Dulac said, drawing Somers into a hug. “I’m so fucking stoked for you. And Emery, I love you too. I just want you to know I love you like my fucking brother.”

“No,” Hazard said when Dulac moved in to hug him next, but it didn’t work.

“Congratulations again,” Darnell said. “And I’m going to apologize in advance for the gift.”

“It’s going to be a perfect fit for Emery,” Dulac said. “And really easy on his jaw.”

Dulac got in one last salute as Darnell dragged him away.

Wesley didn’t come, which was no surprise. Yarmark did, however, and that was a surprise. The skinny man looked uncomfortable in a polo and sports coat; he kept yanking at the polo’s collar, glancing around like he’d stumbled into the wrong room. When he reached them, he flushed and said, “I know I wasn’t invited.”

“Then you shouldn’t be here,” Hazard said.

“You’re invited now,” Somers said, squeezing Hazard’s wrist. “I should have invited you, especially after you saved Gray’s life. Sorry I dropped the ball on that.”

Yarmark just flushed a deeper red and stammered, “I just wanted to say congratulations.”

Somers thanked him, and Hazard stared at him, and Yarmark fled.

“What was that?” Hazard said. “Trying to butter up the new chief?”

“I think he’s still ashamed of how he acted at the beginning.”

Hazard grunted.

“He’s actually turning out pretty good,” Somers said. “I had to fire the rest of those asshats, but Yarmark’s on track to beat Miranda Carmichael’s record for speeding tickets in one month. I might have created a monster.”