with that stupid hat.
"Holden, hey - " he started, but Holden cut him off.
"What the hell do you want?" Holden said. "And are you really standing outside my door with your hat in your hands?"
Miller smiled, then put the hat back on his head. "You know, I always wondered what that meant."
"Now you know," Holden replied.
"You got a minute?" Miller said.
Holden waited a moment, staring up at the lanky detective. He quickly gave up. He probably outweighed Miller by twenty kilos, but it was impossible to be intimidating when the person you were staring down was a foot taller than you.
"Okay, come in," he said, then headed for his bedroom. "Let me get dressed. There's coffee."
Holden didn't wait for a reply; he just closed the bedroom door and sat on the bed. He and Miller hadn't exchanged more than a dozen words since returning to Tycho. He knew they couldn't leave it at that, as much as he might like to. He owed Miller at least the conversation where he told him to get lost.
He put on a pair of warm cotton pants and a pullover, ran one hand through his damp hair, and went back out to the living room. Miller was sitting on his couch holding a steaming mug.
"Good coffee," the detective said.
"So, let's hear it," Holden replied, sitting in a chair across from him.
Miller took a sip of his coffee and said, "Well - "
"I mean, this is the conversation where you tell me how you were right to shoot an unarmed man in the face, and how I'm just too naive to see it. Right?"
"Actually - "
"I fucking told you," Holden said, surprised to feel the heat rise in his cheeks. "No more of that judge, jury, and executioner shit or you could find your own ride, and you did it anyway."
"Yes."
The simple affirmative took Holden off guard.
"Why?"
Miller took another sip of his coffee, then set the mug down. He reached up and took off his hat, tossed it onto the couch next to him, then leaned back.
"He was going to get away with it."
"Excuse me?" Holden replied. "Did you miss the part where he confessed to everything?"
"That wasn't a confession. That was a boast. He was untouchable, and he knew it. Too much money. Too much power."
"That's bullshit. No one gets to kill a million and a half people and get away with it."
"People get away with things all time. Guilty as hell, but something gets in the way. Evidence. Politics. I had a partner for a while, name of Muss. When Earth pulled out of Ceres - "
"Stop," Holden said. "I don't care. I don't want to hear any more of your stories about how being a cop makes you wiser and deeper and able to face the truth about humanity. As far as I can tell, all it did was break you. Okay?"
"Yeah, okay."
"Dresden and his Protogen buddies thought they could choose who lives and who dies. That sound familiar? And don't tell me it's different this time, because everyone says that, every time. And it's not."
"Wasn't revenge," Miller said, a little too hotly.
"Oh really? This wasn't about the girl in the hotel? Julie Mao?"
"Catching him was. Killing him... "
Miller sighed and nodded to himself, then got up and opened the door. He stopped in the doorway and turned around, real pain on his face.
"He was talking us into it," Miller said. "All that about getting the stars and protecting ourselves from whatever shot that thing at Earth? I was starting to think maybe he should get away with it. Maybe things were just too big for right and wrong. I'm not saying he convinced me. But he made me think maybe, you know? Just maybe."
"And for that, you shot him."
"I did."
Holden sighed, then leaned against the wall next to the open door, his arms crossed.
"Amos calls you righteous," Miller said. "You know that?"
"Amos thinks he's a bad guy because he's done some things he's ashamed of," Holden said. "He doesn't always trust himself, but the fact that he cares tells me he isn't a bad guy."
"Yeah - " Miller started, but Holden cut him off.
"He looks at his soul, sees the stains, and wants to be clean," he said. "But you? You just shrug."
"Dresden was - "
"This isn't about Dresden. It's about you," Holden said. "I can't trust you around the people I care about."
Holden stared at Miller, waiting for him to reply, but the cop just nodded sadly, then put his