“Maybe, maybe not. We’ll determine that when we interview him.” Katie shrugs.
You tell them, girl.
“So you are interviewing together then?” Biceps asks, still ignoring me.
“Oh, hey, yes.” I raise my hand. “Sat right here.”
He doesn’t look at me, but Katie rolls her eyes. “That’s the order from both of our bosses, so yes, we’ll be conducting interviews together and reviewing the evidence.”
“You don’t need a babysitter,” he snips.
Her shoulders soften, her eyes full of an emotion I’ve never seen from her. She looks...sad. I watch their interaction curiously. Despite knowing Katie for fifteen years, I really don’t know anything about her life at all. But apparently Detective Biceps does. At least enough to be holding a conversation with Katie without explaining himself. There’s a story here, and I’m going to work out what it is. If anything, I might be able to find something that will get me the spare room for longer than three months.
“This is happening, Anthony. It’s a unique case that requires both Dr. Jones and I.”
Biceps has a name.
Anthony.
He nods solemnly as if he’s just been told off. “I’ll get you the case file to go over what you need before tomorrow. The interview is scheduled for 10 a.m. again.”
He walks out of the room with Sanchez, leaving Katie and me in silence.
???
The colonel and sergeant major had already left by the time we leave the precinct. They were my ride, but my apartment is closer to the station anyway, so it doesn’t bother me too much. Given that me and the she-devil need to go over the case notes, it makes sense to go back to my place, anyway.
I slide around to the passenger side of her car, letting myself in. It’s tiny. My knees are up against the airbag, and I’m crouching, but my head is still brushing the roof of the tin can she drives.
“What are you doing?” she snips, looking around the precinct parking lot and giving a small wave to some other officers I haven’t been introduced to.
“What do you mean?” I awkwardly reach for the seatbelt and pull it around my large frame.
“Why are you in my vehicle?” She stands outside the car, the door open as she leans to the side, hands on her hips. If she’s trying to lookauthoritative, it’s not working. She’s bending down into the car, and I can see the lace of her white bra. Dressed up like a little angel, even though she and I both know she’s the devil.
“Nice bra, princess. Do your panties match?”
To her credit, despite her sour expression, she doesn’t try to cover up.
“Jonesy.”
“Yes, princess?”
“Answer the question.”
“If you answer mine, I’ll answer yours.” I grin as she finally stands to her full height, pinching the bridge of her nose before slipping into the car and turning on the engine.
“No, they don’t match.”
“Hmm, so you weren’t planning on getting laid tonight by Detective Biceps. Good to know.”
“They don’t match because I’m not wearing any. Can’t with this skirt. The panty line shows.”
What.
The.
Fuck.
