“They can’t stay here. You know the company that owns this place gives the city shit if we don’t control the homeless issue.”
Mac rolled his eyes.
Yeah, poor them.
It must be annoying to hate that the police couldn’t keep the homeless out when it was wide-freaking open.
“Maybe tear down a building that’s in disrepair so that it can’t be used as a meth den for Methany and Methew?” he asked.
She snorted.
It wasn’t like he was wrong.
Ridiculous, yes.
Wrong, no.
Now, she was curious.
“Who broke you?”
Oh, well, he knew that.
It was a damn easy answer.
“The military.”
Well, she didn’t know that for sure, but she suspected her partner was a whole lot of crazy all on his own.
They’d worked together for a year, and she kind of liked that about him.
It was his unpredictability that amused her to no end.
“I’m going to go into this unlocked room, and see if I can get a look into the other room. There are a ledge and windows along the outside.”
He shook his head.
“Is that a good idea? What if you fall?” he asked.
Well, there was a solution to that.
“Then follow me out there, and don’t let me fall from the ledge,” she stated. “Problem solved. You’re supposed to have my back, so have it.”
Mac sighed.
“Since meeting you, I’ve done some questionable shit,” he said. “The list keeps growing.”
That made her laugh.
How could it not?
“Oh, okay, Mr. Pure. I forgot I was talking to a priest,” she said. “All of a sudden, you’re above breaking and entering into what is likely a homeless person’s illegal dwelling, but not having a wild night of kinky sex and then talking about it at work?”
He grinned.
“I mean…”
Tora didn’t let him finish.
