Jack

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Grateful that enough time had passed that the reporters seem to have entirely forgotten about him, Alcuin was out in Kin, running some errands after a visit to his attorney. (He had begun, finally, to think of the man as his attorney now rather than Anafiel's

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Jack had been walking, making his way to an electronics shop he'd heard might have what he needed, when a man with strangely familiar hair stumbled back. It was only because of his quick reflexes that he caught him before he fell. He took note of the older man's disapproving gaze and read the situation quickly.

"Not today, pal," he said, righting the young man and then stepping around him. Jack's coat billowed behind him in the breeze. Petrovich sneered at him in disgust and then stepped to the side and continued on, but not before saying, "I'll call on you later," to Alcuin.

Jack watched him go and then looked down at the young man. He was both expecting and wholly unprepared for the face that greeted him.

"Hello," he said warmly, waiting for any sign of recognition.

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Alcuin was grateful for the intervention, because he hadn't been entirely sure what to do aside from make a run for it. He certainly couldn't risk getting into a physical altercation with someone on the street.

He exhaled once Petrovich was out of sight, and then looked up at the unfamiliar, handsome man who had come to his aid. "Hello," he said. "Thank you."

[captainjack]

"That told him all he needed to know. There wasn't even a glimmer of recognition in Alcuin's eyes. To say his heart sank was an understatement.

"I'm Jack," he said. "Are you okay? He didn't look friendly."

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Alcuin started to say, yes, I'm fine, which was what one said in these situations. But he was strangely unsettled, and when he opened his mouth no words came out. Suddenly it occurred to him that Petrovich was one of the names on the list he'd made for Agent Hotchner, the list of people who might have killed Anafiel, and even the remote possibility that he'd just spoken with the man who had driven a knife through Anafiel's heart was enough to make him taste bile in the back of his throat.

He brought his hand to his mouth and shook his head, looking as if he were about to cry.