Yes

Getting out of the station was easy enough, keeping her head down Walter quickly led her out of the one back entrance without a hitch. She had muttered thanks, and then quickly took off leaving Walter thinking of what would happen in coming days.

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Max looked down at the coffee mug in her hand, the dark liquid swirling around inside the ceramic cup. A worn shoebox beside her, it was where she kept the money for the weekly rent that Walter collected. There was almost four times as much cash contained inside as normal.

6:59 AM. Max's eyes shifted from her watch to the front door. Walter would be there any second. As if on cue there was a knock on the door. Max flinched, took a deep breath and answered it.

"Hi Max," Walter said, a large smile on his face, and then entered the apartment. "Nice to see you again."

Rolling her eyes Max offered him the cup she was holding. "Coffee?"

"Mmhm," Walter nodded taking the cup. Then began to slowly wander around the small apartment. "Where's your roomie?"

"Work,"

"Shame."

"Here," Max said, offering him the shoebox full of cash. Hoping he would take it and leave.

"Generous," Walter pocketed the cash. "But I put my job on the line for you, I could have went to jail."

"What," Max's face fell.

"You were in deep shit Max, and I risked my neck for you. I am the only reason half of Seattle PD isn't looking for you right now. What do you think they'd do if they knew where you lived Max?"

Max glared back at Walter, "You want more money? What do you want?"