Vegas lets his fingers linger against Pete's skin a moment before he lifts his hand to caress his face. To think, a split second longer, a centimeter more and Pete might not be there with him. It made him shudder. It made him angry. But, at this point in time there was no way of getting revenge. The guy who shot Pete was probably dead already.

Vegas met his gaze with mirrored intensity. "And mine is to you."