Quaid met my eyes, a flirty smile touching his mouth even though he was speaking to Frawley. “We make Ike sweat. Put on the pressure until he cracks.” My lips twitched. “Dayum. Mind if I watch?” “Pervert.” “You started it.” Frawley glanced between us, confused. Laughing, Quaid rolled his eyes and took off toward the exit. “What was that about?” Frawley pointed after Quaid. “I like it when he gets snarly with a suspect. It’s so hot.” Frawley shook her head and followed her partner. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
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