God help JD if he was trying to play Nick with a lie. God help
 
 them al .
 
 Once on the road, Kelly had a hard time keeping up with
 
 Hagan until Julian casually flicked on the flashing dashboard
 
 light. They shared a look, both of them trying not to grin and
 
 failing.
 
 “I could get used to this,” Julian drawled.
 
 “Hell yeah.”
 
 When they reached the bookstore again, Nick was already
 
 out of the car and standing in the middle of the street. They’d parked their vehicle with its lights flashing across the narrow lane to block traffic, and Nick was waving to Kelly, telling him where to park the Range Rover.
 
 Kelly angled it, glancing around uneasily. He kept having
 
 to remind himself that Nick was a real cop on a real case and
 
 everything he did was with the appropriate authority. Kelly
 
 hoped it was, at least.
 
 He got out of the Range Rover, his hand going to the
 
 butt of the gun under his jacket out of habit. He rarely wore
 
 a weapon on his hip anymore, but he was getting used to the
 
 feeling of having it there again.
 
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 Nick strode toward them and pointed to a chalk marking
 
 on the ground. “Shooter right here,” he said to Kelly. “Stand
 
 there. Bullet holes in the building put the shooter facing this way. Don’t move.”
 
 “All righty,” Kelly muttered.
 
 Hagan and JD joined them as Nick was positioning Kelly.
 
 “Getting a little bossy, there, O,” Hagan observed. “It’s a damn miracle you ever get laid.”
 
 Nick didn’t respond to the attempt at banter. He
 
 beckoned JD with two fingers, walking midway into the
 
 street and pointing to another mark on the ground. “Stand
 
 here. Face the car.”
 
 JD nodded, standing where he’d been told. He kept