Chapter 4

“Yeah?” Brian said, glancing at them before going back to his papers. “Isn’t it always?”

John Rourke, on the next desk over, wheeled his chair closer and grinned at Brian too. “Heard you guys visited a strip joint?”

Brian sighed heavily. “Raymond,” he scolded, but the good-natured chuckles from his team-mates had him smiling too.

They didn’t often get a chance to smile in this job, and Brian hadenjoyed himself at the strip club.

In fact, he had to make sure his mind didn’t wander too much to the dancer, Angel, in case his enjoyment started to show.

Paperwork, he reminded himself.

A couple hours later, when desk duty boredom had officially set in, Brian’s cell phone rang.

It wasn’t a number he recognized, but that happened a lot with his work phone. Brian accepted the call and put the phone to his ear.

“Callahan,” he said.

“Hello, Detective,” a voice purred in answer.

Brian sat up a little straighter. “Who’s this?”