"Good. Thank you for all your help," Anderson said. He gave her shoulder a last squeeze before stepping away and following Lynn further into the dark.
The silence was unbearable. It was honest to god silence. No hum of traffic, no thrumming of the apartment building, the machinery that kept his pool exactly the way he liked it. No distant music and chatter. It was not the 'silence' of living high above a city. It wasn't even the silence of the forest with insects and rustling animals, falling leaves and burbling streams.
Even a morgue was likely to provide more noise. Lynn fucking hated it.
He tensed, almost jumped, when fingers landed on the small of his back. "You should let me take the lead. I'm the one who knows where we're going after all."
"No," Lynn snapped.
Anderson gave a soft sigh. "This is why I want to transfer to White Collar. You're protective to the point it's causing problems for both of us on the job."