"You're one of my closest friends, but I totally don't understand that."
"I know." He pulled into the parking lot with all the other police cars.
I finished the last bite of my breakfast and took another sip of Coke, because coffee tasted bad with Egg McMuffin. I wiped my hands on napkins.
He turned off the engine but didn't get out. I waited.
"You're not as ruthless as I am, but you kill as easily as I do."
"Thanks," I said, because I knew it was a compliment.
He gave me a small smile, I think to acknowledge that I was one of the few people on the planet who would have known it was a compliment.
"But if anything goes wrong, I know you'll see Donna and the kids right."
"You know I will, but it's not like you to be this morbid, Edward. You have a premonition?" I asked, and I was serious, because cops get those sometimes. A lot of them are a little bit psychic; it's one of the ways they stay alive.
"It's Peter. He needs me or someone like me to finish training him."
"You know I still don't approve of you training him to follow in the family business," I said.
"Being a marshal, you mean?"
"No games, Edward, not between us," I said.
He nodded. "He wants me to take him out of the country on a job when he turns eighteen, if I think he's ready."
"Will he be ready?" I asked.