“How much would you like to work with me?” Williams suddenly asked.
Carter turned to him in surprise. “You mean with the NYPD?”
“Yep.” The police had kept their word and Carter was free, but Williams thought he could be of some help because of his relations. So instead of just letting him run away, he was offering him a job. Of course, he also—and mainly—meant to keep an eye on him.
“You mean in a Neal-Caffrey-ish… sort of way?” Carter inquired with a raised eyebrow.
“What?” Williams said, taken aback by the question.
“You’re not a fan of White Collar?”
“Oh, right.” Williams pondered for a while. The character in that series was a consultant for the FBI. Not much to do with what he was offering, but Carter was apparently identifying with the fictional character of Caffrey, so Williams could as well use that in his favor. “Actually, yes, something like that,” he said.
“Meh, I don’t know, Josh.” Carter looked away. His eyes were fixed on López yet his attention seemed to be elsewhere.
“It would do you a lot of good, you know, to stay on the right path,” Williams insisted. “At least for a while. And then you won’t want to leave it anymore,” he added on a friendly note.
Carter smiled his perpetual half-smile and looked back at Williams. “Well, I’m not very good at staying on the right path,” he said, mimicking Williams’ tone. “I like to step out of that path and go wander in the wilderness now and then. I need my freedom,” he narrated in a dreamy voice. His freedom which had, to a certain extent, been granted back to him because he’d helped retrieve the Duval ruby and arrest a bunch of criminals.
“Suit yourself,” Williams said. “But be careful, Carter, there are traps in the wilderness. You will get caught and I won’t let you get away next time.”
“We’ll see about that,” Carter concluded with a look at his wrist watch. “Take care of Rafa for me. There’s somewhere I need to be.”
Williams didn’t answer. There was something fascinating about Carter. And somehow, Williams knew he would see him again soon enough.
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