First Shift: Legacy (Shift, #1)(47)

“I’ve been here before,” he told Mick.

Mick nodded. He waved Donald down the hallway until it made a turn. Mick picked one of the doors, seemingly at random, and opened it for Donald. Most of the floors had been pre-fabbed before being craned into place. If that wasn’t that exact floor the two of them had toured, it had been one of the many just like it.

Once Donald was inside, Mick flicked on the apartment’s overhead lights and closed the door. Donald was surprised to see that the bed was made. Stacks of linen were piled up in a chair. They could be in a tiny hotel room in New York City or Tokyo, and he wouldn’t know the difference. Mick grabbed the linens and moved them to the floor. He sat down and nodded toward the foot of the bed.

Donald ignored him and poked his head into the small bathroom. “This is actually pretty cool to see,” he told his friend. He reached out and turned the knob on the sink, expecting nothing. When clear water gurgled out, he found himself laughing.

“I knew you’d dig it once you saw it,” Mick said quietly.

Donald caught sight of himself in the mirror, the joy still on his face. He tended to forget how the corners of his eyes wrinkled up when he smiled. He touched his hair, sprinkles of gray even though he had another five years before he was over that proverbial hill. His job was aging him prematurely. He had feared it might.

“Amazing that we built this, huh?”

Mick was still waiting for him to sit. Donald turned and joined his friend in the tight quarters. He wondered if it was the work they’d been elected to perform that had aged them both or if it had been this one project, this all-consuming build.

“I appreciate you forcing me down here.” He almost added that he would love to see the rest, but he figured that would be pushing it. Besides, the crews back in the Georgia tents were probably looking for them already.

“Look,” Mick said, “there’s something I want to tell you.”

Donald looked at his friend, who seemed to be searching for the words. He glanced at the door. Mick was silent. Donald finally relented and sat at the foot of the bed.

“What’s up?” he asked.

But he thought he knew. The Senator had included Mick in his other project, the one that had filled Donald’s head with nuttiness and had driven him to the doctor. Donald thought of the thick book he had largely memorized, the last years spent reading little else. Mick had been doing the same. And he’d brought him there not just to let him see what they’d accomplished, but to find a spot of perfect privacy, a place where secrets could be divulged. He patted his pocket where he kept his pills, the ones that kept his thoughts from running off to dangerous places. He considered offering one to Mick.

“Hey,” Donald said, “I don’t want you saying anything you’re not supposed to—”

Mick looked up, eyes wide with surprise.

“You don’t need to say anything, Mick. Assume I know what you know.”

Mick shook his head sadly. “You don’t,” he said.

“Well, assume it anyway.” He waved his hands like an umpire calling a runner safe at the plate. “I don’t want to know anything.”

“I need you to know.”

“I’d rather not—”

“It’s not a secret, man. It’s just...I want you to know that I love you like a brother. I always have.”

The two of them sat in silence. Donald glanced toward the door. It was uncomfortable, that moment, but it somehow filled his heart to hear Mick say it.

“Look—” Donald started.

“I know I’m always hard on you,” Mick said. “And hell, I’m sorry. I really do look up to you. And Helen—” Mick turned to the side and scratched at his cheek. “I’m so damn happy for the two of you.”

Donald reached across the narrow space and squeezed his friend’s arm.

“You’re a good friend, Mick. I’m glad we’ve had this time together, the last few years, running for office like idiots, building this—”

Mick nodded. “Yeah. Me too. But listen, I didn’t bring you down here to get all sappy like this.” He reached for his cheek again, and Donald saw that he was wiping at his eyes. “I had a talk with Thurman last night. He—a few months ago, he offered me a spot on a team, a top team, and I told him last night that I’d rather you take it.”

“What? A committee?” Donald couldn’t imagine his friend giving up an appointment, any kind of appointment. “Which one?”

Mick shook his head. “No, something else.”

“What?” Donald asked.

“Look,” Mick said, “when you find out about it, and you understand what’s going on, I want you to think of me right here.” Mick glanced around the room. There were a few breaths of complete silence punctuated by drips of water from the bathroom sink.

“If I could choose anywhere to be, anywhere in the coming years, it would be right down here with the first group.”

“Okay. Yeah, I’m not sure what you mean—”

“You will. Just remember this, all right? That I love you like a brother and that everything happens for a reason. I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. For you or for Helen.”

“Okay—” Donald smiled. He couldn’t tell if Mick was f*cking with him or if his friend had consumed a few too many Bloody Marys from the hospitality tent that morning.