“This is an active crime scene, not Sunday brunch. You need to leave,” Weber announced, stomping over to them. “Don’t even start with me, Detective Dick,” Jasmine challenged. “I already eviscerated one man today. I wouldn’t add myself to that list if I were you.” “I’m a homicide detective. Pain-in-the-ass attorneys don’t scare me.” Jasmine stepped closer until the pointy tips of her shoes were touching Weber’s boots. “Oh yeah?” “Yeah,” he growled. “It’s so nice to see you two getting along,” Riley said.
