“Camouflage,” Lynn imitated to exaggeration.
They all laughed.
“Great work, guys,” Danny said. “I’ll have my phone on me if you need anything. Still on for takeout and Heists tomorrow night?” he turned to Andre.
“You bet,” Andre said. “Cops won’t know what hit ‘em, son.” He swung his arm back for a hand slap, which they completed like clockwork—front, back, fist bump. But before Danny could head out of the morgue, Andre asked, “What did you decide, anyway? Hobby or…recreation?” he waggled an eyebrow.
“Andre…” Lynn shook her head at him.
Danny couldn’t stifle his grin. “Bit of both? But it’ll definitely help me blow off steam. See you guys later.” He waved, feeling lighter with every step he took out of the precinct and into the cool evening air.
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