The Cardigans (Criminal Intentions, Season One #1)

by Cole McCade

DARIAN PARK DOESN’T YET KNOW he’s dead.

I'd just like to note that this ebook opens past the list of content warnings and the explanation of they/them pronouns so someone who didn't think to scroll back when they opened this book for the first time would completely miss them.

The new guy looked so young, so stiff. And like he was a stickler for procedure.

I assure you, he is not XDDDDD

Malcolm propped his elbows on his knees, the victim’s wallet dangling from his fingertips. “What’s your take?”

No introductions? This is the first thing you've said to him

He snapped his other glove off and bundled it with the first, then slipped both into his coat pockets along with both hands.

EW! That can't be allowed! I actually said ew out loud XDDDD

“You kept Park’s wallet, did you not?” “Yeah.” “May I see it?” Leaning over, Khalaji snagged his coat and fished in the pocket. “Glove up. No prints on the evidence.”

You have evidence in your pocket!? XDDDDDD

Yoon set the carafe down, then immediately gathered up ten sugar packets, arranged them precisely stacked against each other, and ripped the ends off all at once.

That would actually be really hard to do. I am impressed.

This is temporary. Once this case is over you’ll go your own ways. He’ll have his cases, you’ll have yours. He’d prefer it that way. Something about Yoon bothered him.

Does he HOT and bother you? Yeah, okay, I'll shut up XD

WITH HIS HEAD CLEARED BY a total of five cups of coffee laced with half a pound of sugar, Seong-Jae was crawling inside his own skull.

I said Jesus Christ out loud

Seong-Jae eyed Jake. This was not a mask. He was not a suspect. His eyes were too dilated, his pulse flicking against his throat. Sweat beaded on his skin. Some psychopaths were able to coax these sorts of physical reactions at will, but it took a lifetime of practice—experience someone as young as Jake wouldn’t have. Young psychopaths were still testing themselves, still learning how to fit into a social architecture that wasn’t made for them, many blundering as they struggled to find their place. Many were able to skillfully integrate into society, using their mask as defensive armor, and lived as ordinarily as anyone else. While others lost their way, and expressed themselves in ways that nearly always had violent and bloody ends.

I'm not really keen on furthering the dangerous psychopath trope.

“You,” he bit off with slow deliberation, “are gonna want to avoid that word in front of two queer cops.”

Look at you outing your work partner to a complete stranger.

Zarate had to be smoking something, to think putting them together was a good idea.

I keep picturing her as Lisa Cuddy

When Malcolm was accustomed to working things out on his own, it sent his brain veering off track when the air around him vibrated with the presence of another person so close, watching, waiting, silently expecting to be part of his thought process.

This is such a mood.

Khalaji ducked his head toward him. “Your coat.” Twisting, Seong-Jae caught his coat and drew the heavy knit fabric around. The rusted parts of the door had caught the thick felted material and pulled at the fibers until they puffed into a fuzzy patch marring the smooth black. He shrugged and let it go. “It will mend.”

WHAT

He held his breath, taking in thin, shallow washes through his nostrils, and tugged his phone from his coat. Activating the camera app, he framed the interior of the closet and snapped several photos,

Okay, I haven't commented on much of the incorrect procedure because I don't wanna be all naggy about fiction, but if a cop takes a picture of a crime scene with a phone, the ENTIRE PHONE goes into evidence.

The cupcakes came out gold and soft and mounded, only to disappear beneath sculpted swirl-cones of strawberry chardonnay icing, each topped with a strawberry sliver. He put most of them in the refrigerator to cool,

Did this man just ice HOT CUPCAKES?! MY SOUL XDDD