Luther shoots him a grin. "Maybe. It just seems to work out that all my favorite bodies don't need any guarding, here." That secret night he and Diego never speak of, the one where they'd watched a bootlegged copy of The Bodyguard, might be long past, but it made an impression.

Not that anything Jack Ruby had asked him to do was romantic or sexy.

"Something less connected to my core issues, maybe. Bartending. Bee-keeping. Photojournalism."