“Curry your favor? Duke, I’ve already got this case in the bag. But regardless of that, there’s still a murdered girl, a lack of physical evidence, and a detective who is smart enough to figure everything out, if he stops looking at the red herring.”
The last thing he needed was for a cocky lawyer telling him how to do his job. “If the only way you’re going to hand over that list in a timely manner is for me to join you for drinks, then you don’t really give me much of a choice, do you?” He peeled off his gloves, grateful for the mundane distraction. His control walked a knife’s edge already. Damn Scott. He’d rather deal with Abbott and his backstabbing homophobia than Scott right now.
If Scott had any idea how annoyed Duke was, he didn’t show it. In fact, his wide, charming smile returned. “I knew you would see things my way. I would offer to drive, but I have the feeling you don’t want to leave your car around here.”