The Cardigans (Criminal Intentions, Season One #1)

by Cole McCade

He’d been clearly irritated when Seong-Jae wanted to continue according to procedure, yet not a hint of that irritation showed as he spoke

This close, Seong-Jae could see strange flecks against the slate blue of Khalaji’s eyes, a muted shade of green as if fallen leaves floated against a still pool of glacial runoff.

A faint twinge of memory tugged at Malcolm, the rough ache of nostalgia. He supposed some part of him missed that.

That devotion, those moments of tender care, the way Mr. and Mrs. Park looked at each other as if the only way they would get through this was together.

He’d had that, once. But not everything was meant...

Homicide detectives weren’t dealers in justice. They were peddlers of grief.

“We only define others by the value they have to us, and once they no longer provide that value, we let them go.”

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.