Chapter 4

Spyros wished he would leave. He was going to end up dragging the man into the stock room if he kept looking at him like that.

“Can I get on with my work, Sergeant?”

If Spyros didn’t know better, he would have thought Barnett-Connelly didn’t want to leave. But he did, with some obvious reluctance.

“If you think you can remember something, let me know.” He picked up the folder. “You’ve still got my number?”

“I’ll fish it out from somewhere.”

Barnett-Connelly snorted. Then he turned away, pushing through the crowd of nightclubbers towards the lobby. Spyros watched him go. He wondered what Barnett-Connelly would look like out of his suits. They hugged that firm backside of his. What would they look like in jeans? Or nothing at all?