you’re not in the way. I never said that.”
 
 “I know you never said it, but I also know how your brain
 
 works. You’re not going to stop mul ing over the mystery, but
 
 whenever you do think about it and you think you should be
 
 spending time with me instead, you’re going to feel guilty for
 
 working.”
 
 “Not true.”
 
 “You are the shittiest liar in the history of lying liars.”
 
 Nick laughed softly, reached over the console, and grasped
 
 Kelly’s hand. “Fine, you’re probably right. But I don’t want
 
 you to leave. Please?”
 
 “Okay. So tell me more about the case. Can you?”
 
 “Technically, no. But hell, I’ve told you national security
 
 shit you shouldn’t know either so what the hell.”
 
 Kelly gestured to himself, tracing a circle in the air around
 
 his face. “It’s this beautiful mug right here. Like a puppy. Does this look like the face of a spy?”
 
 Nick glanced sideways at him. “Yes.”
 
 “Fair enough. But tell me anyway.”
 
 “The robbery was in an antiquarian bookstore.”
 
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 “Antiquarian? That’s specialty stuff, not just used
 
 paperbacks, right?”
 
 “Right. Rare books, expensive stuff.” Nick had to release
 
 Kelly’s hand to flip the turn signal on, which apparently
 
 pissed off the car behind them because it honked at them as
 
 it passed. Nick ignored it. “Shop was busted up like they were
 
 looking for something. Security system would have been easy
 
 to bypass even for a rudimentary cat burglar, but they took it
 
 out without leaving a trace.”
 
 “So you think it was a professional team?”