She eyed him as he programmed. “Want some candy to go with it?” He gave her a blank look. A blank cop look. “You got candy in here?” She jabbed a finger at him. “You know something. Now you know I know you know something, and I’d grill you like a trout if I had time.” “You doing okay, LT?” He sipped his coffee casually. “You seem a little stressed.” “Bite me, Baxter. Hardware store.”
