faintly pink. “’Preciate it.” “Sure.” He bent to gather up his old coat, the box, and looked at her again. “Really appreciate it.” “Really sure.” “Wait till the wife gets a load of this.” He skimmed one hand down the leather. “Let’s go get some bad guys, kid.” “It’s what we do.” They walked out. She heard him murmur “son of a bitch” yet again as they peeled off to their separate vehicles. The instant she was in the car, Peabody leaned forward from the backseat she shared with McNab. “Is that a magic coat? Did you get Feeney a magic coat? Awww!”
