Layton & Till, Rated T
Till had asked Layton to mentor her. During the murder investigation that had been the start of their friendship, his expertise had challenged her to do better, be better. And since both leading the train and being a homicide detective was logistically difficult-to say the least, Till had thought it prudent to have someone else who was up for the task-just in case.
Sometimes, on a particularly tough case-in this instance, a man who had run off after being confronted about armed robbery-Layton would go with her as backup, even though it wasn’t a murder. Nevertheless, Till always appreciated the help.
She spotted the man first, and jerked her head in his direction. Layton nodded in understanding, and the chase was on. The man ran, as they always did-Till and Layton in hot pursuit. It was Till who got to him first-finally tackling him to the ground.
“Don’t move, asshole,” she shouted as she held him down.
Layton caught up, breathing slightly winded as he said, “Damn, Bess. That was impressive.”
“Thanks,” Till grinned at him sincerely; it was always nice to know that the only trained detective on Snowpiercer thought highly of her abilities.
He nodded, “Let’s get him to the lockup. Good work brakeman. You’re a good detective.”
“You promoting me?” she asked, teasing-though there was a note of genuine, vulnerable hope underlying the question.
“Afraid so,” he replied sagely, “I’m not really sure you need my help anymore. Or that you ever did, honestly.”
“You’re a better partner than Osweiler,” she told him.
Layton snorted, “I have no doubt that that’s true.”
“Thank you,” Till smiled at him a little.
“You’re welcome,” he responded, “Get him up.”
And they did.
The walk to lockup was not very long.