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212 pages, ebook
First published July 10, 2018
⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱*Interesting Start*⋰⋱⋰⋱⋰⋱
“Aren’t you a sweet boy. And handsome, too.” She turned that wide smile on Malcolm.
“Isn’t he handsome?” Malcolm groaned, dragging his hand over his face. “Janine.” Janine only smirked"
“Well, Khalaji? Am I handsome?”
“Don’t be an ass,” Malcolm said, and followed Janine to the printer."
"That man was going to drive Malcolm out of his fucking mind."
People were not comforted by facts. People were comforted by hope, no matter how false.
He’s strangely aware that the choking cord wrapped around his neck grows warmer with every passing second, absorbing the heat of his body, stealing it away as if stealing his life.
“Most people use shell-shock to describe something instant. An explosive shock in the moment. But that’s not what it is. It’s the combination of dull weariness and constant keyed-up tension that comes with living twenty-four seven in the middle of active warfare. And when you step out of it…” He shook his head. “You don’t fit in the world anymore. You don’t know how to fit in the world.”
His tall, leonine body was just as angular, a poetry of geometry, every cut of muscle a component of feline architecture, all precise edges—yet he moved as water flowed. He was grace cut with diamond edges, lethal and elegant.
Nonetheless, the snap of the gloves against his wrists brought an odd pleasure, as if the tight latex was a choking band snapping around Khalaji’s neck.
S1E1: The Cardigans ★★★★★
S1E2: Junk Shop Blues ★★★★★
He carried too many of those cases inside him. Too many dead ends, too many losses.
Even if he was broad-shouldered and thick-set, he still had that look: A lean and starving wolf, haggard, elegantly feral, with eyes edged by a sharp, cutting hunger.
He was probably seeing things that weren't there. Seeing old haunts. Old shades. Old memories best left buried.
There was a certain hypnotic quality to Khalaji's voice, Seong-Jae realized. Calming and steady, like being lulled to sleep by the rhythm of a great guarding beast's snarling breaths.
Homicide detectives weren't dealers in justice. They were peddlers of grief.
What are you running from, old wolf? Are you afraid Little Red Riding Hood will catch you?
Yoon followed him back to his desk. Yoon was always there, right at Malcolm’s shoulder. He’d hardly known the man for twenty-four hours and yet he was part of Malcolm’s every waking moment.
… ❝Are those latex?❞
❝Yes.❞
❝Latex allergy.❞ Seong-Jae stared at him flatly.
… ❝Get your fucking mind out of the gutter, Yoon. I’m serious. And I use sheepskin.❞
Seong-Jae scowled. ❝I do not need to know such things about your personal life.❞
❝Then don’t look at me like you were thinking exactly what I know you were thinking.❞
— Yoon is still my favorite character upon reread. There's something so… complex and intriguing about Yoon that I can't quite put my finger on. I love how, at first glance he appears so, standoffish. But, even as book one progresses, we observe little hints of a deeply emotional man underneath an incredibly hard exterior.
— Moreover, I love the way Malcolm clearly gets to Yoon. While he may not be feeling attracted to Mal, he's clearly puzzled by him. It was wonderful seeing neat and orderly Seong-Jae get his feathers ruffled by the old wolf.
— All in all, I think MCCADE does a great job introducing us to Seong-Jae Yoon. He's not completely thawed by the end of book one, and that's okay. We're left slightly… off-kilter when it comes to Yoon. And honestly, that's what makes Seong-Jae as a character so great. There's so many layers to him, and we've barely scratched the surface.
— If Seong-Jae is a bit of a mystery, then Malcolm Khalaji is the exact opposite. He's the kind of man who subtly wears his heart on his sleeve. A grizzled "lone wolf" detective, he allegedly operates best alone, but… I don't know about that.
— Book one does a great job of not only introducing us to Malcolm, but giving a real sense of how Malcolm emotionally operates. See, at first he's not all too thrilled with having Yoon as a partner, but as THE CARDIGANS progresses we see Mal unconsciously already slot Yoon into his life.
— Malcolm may not be as "complex" as Seong-Jae, but he's no less intriguing. If anything, I'd say he's the heart of CRIMINAL INTENTIONS. And, even in book one, we see signs of that. From the way he isn't afraid to comfort Seong-Jae, to how he readily puts his trust in Seong-Jae, to how everyone around Malcolm responds to him. Mal is Mal. He's the kind of man you can put your faith in and just innately know he will never let you down.
— One of the things COLE MCCADE excels at, at least in my opinion, is the cases. While CRIMINAL INTENTIONS is, at its heart, a romance, it's also the story of two officers of the law trying to restore some semblance of peace and good to the world.
— One of my favorite things about CI is the way in which each case (at least in season one) sort of builds off the other. They form a clear picture by the time you get to the finale, but still work as standalone cases.
— Moreover, this first case is one that I've never forgotten. It's chilling, creepy, twisted, and ultimately, unbelievably tragic. Also, poor Nathan.
❝Him,❞ Zarate said.
Malcolm frowned. ❝He’s not forensics. Fed?❞
❝No.❞ Zarate heaved a heavy sigh. ❝Transfer from LAPD. Just processed his papers yesterday.❞ Suspicion prickled on the back of Malcolm’s neck. ❝What are you not telling me?❞
— hint: what she's not telling you Mal, is that the man over yonder is your future life partner…
Jot, he thought, but clamped his teeth together so hard they hurt—and spilled the wallet into his palm.
— ahhh. the way i screamed when Seong-Jae first called Mal a jot in his head…
❝…that’s a lot of creamer,❞ Malcolm said mildly.
❝I am aware.❞
❝And a lot of sugar.❞
❝I,❞ Yoon proclaimed firmly, ❝do not like coffee.❞
— this moment was 🥺🥰
Malcolm held back, gesturing for Seong-Jae to enter before him with an almost mocking deference. Were Seong-Jae a different man, he might well have bitten him.
— i mean… nobody is stopping you Mal…
… ❝Aren’t you a sweet boy. And handsome, too.❞ She turned that wide smile on Malcolm. ❝Isn’t he handsome?❞
Malcolm groaned, dragging his hand over his face. ❝Janine.❞ …
❝Well, Khalaji? Am I handsome?❞
❝Don’t be an ass,❞ Malcolm said, and followed Janine to the printer.
— Janine was the real MVP this episode
❝Why were you reading my personnel file?❞
When Yoon didn’t answer, Malcolm sighed. ❝Asshole.❞
❝Jot,❞ Yoon replied without missing a beat.
Malcolm jabbed a finger at him. ❝Don’t translate that. If I know, I’m going to hurt you.❞
— the banter, i. freaking. love. it.
And Seong-Jae was wasting mental energy that should be focused on figuring out the case on, instead, figuring out his temporary partner.
— hmm. what about Mal has you wasting precious mental energy, Yoon 😏
❝I might think about keeping you.❞
Seong-Jae immediately tensed, flicking Malcolm a slit-eyed look. ❝I am not a pet to be kept.❞
❝See?❞ Malcolm chuckled. ❝Why would I want to reassign you when you get so huffy?❞
❝I am not staying if you intend to goad me regularly.❞
❝Yes, you are. Leaving would mean disobeying orders. You don’t want to do that, do you?❞
❝Malcolm?❞ Seong-Jae asked mildly, staring with a particular calculated blankness across the parking garage.
❝Yes?❞
❝❛Jot❜ means ❛dick.❜❞
— this interaction was everything, ngl.