Oh, but that was the plan.
Chris was going to celebrate all the way to HR to get an employment packet for the city ME.
As they headed toward the stairs, and up them, at the top, Benjamin was standing there with bolt cutters in his hand.
“Boss, you want me to do the deed?” he asked.
She nodded.
When he cut through the bolt—or tried to, he wasn’t able to get the leverage. She gave him three minutes before she needed to step in.
Ben might be good at science, but common sense…
Not his thing.
He’d get abducted by a white van full of Goth black kitties. She swore it, too.
“Uriel,” she said, knowing he wasn’t far behind them. “Can you handle that obstacle in the quickest way possible for anirritated, armed investigator who is going to shoot the lock off at any damn second and then have paperwork?”
Oh, that said it all.
He nodded, and headed toward it.
With his big boot, he slammed his foot onto the padlock, breaking it from the door by tearing off the latch. It fell to the floor with a clank.
She shook her head.
“I meant with the bolt cutters and those big arms of yours. You know, muscle?”
He just smiled.
“You should have said that then. I assumed fast was by booting the door. My bad.”
Oh, she was wise to that jackassery. They learned it from her.
“Nice hickey.”
He gasped, and then grinned even more.
Christ.
Everyone was all smiles and happy today. Something had to be in the goddamn water.
Heading in, she saw the terrified CSIs who had been in there taking pictures when Booty McBooterson kicked the door in without warning.
She reassured them.
“It’s okay. He gets excited about doors and rooms. He’s weird like that. Are pictures done so that we can start looking around?”
They both nodded.
Perfect.
“I need copies. Look for the lucifer-looking one outside,” she said. “He’s wearing weird contacts and trying to get on my nerves. You won’t miss him. He’s absurd.”
Mac was curious.
“Uh, you’re allowed to call people names?” he asked. “Where do I get a job?”
