Page 83 of Cross & Crown

Kelly laughed, throwing his head back. He slumped

further in the chair, and his knee slid along Nick’s thigh. Nick cleared his throat and glanced around the room, shifting

uncomfortably.

“So what’s ourrealnext move?”

“Julian Cross.” Nick leaned forward, his hand squeezing

Kelly’s knee. “He’s out there for a reason, showing himself; we just need to bring him in. How do you feel about a little bait

and switch?”

Kelly licked his lips, then grinned slowly. “Sounds about

as fun as you bending me over one of those interrogation

desks.”

Nick groaned and pushed his chair back so they were

no longer in contact. “Don’t fucking tempt me, okay? Those

rooms have video feeds.”

“Really? Do they record?”

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Nick had to get up and walk away as Kelly laughed

merrily at his desk. “You’re killing me, Kels,” he called over his shoulder. “Killingme!”

Kelly left before Hagan came back, and before JD was

done with the sketch artist. He headed out of the front of the

building, taking his time as he strolled toward the parking

lot where Nick’s Range Rover was parked. He removed his

black leather jacket and tossed it into the car, then rummaged

in the backseat for Nick’s green canvas jacket instead. It was

too big at the chest, but it didn’t envelop him. He gave his

shoulders a shake and pulled the coat tighter around him as

he meandered out of the parking lot. He wandered along the

quaint little side streets of Boston, enjoying the architecture, window-shopping until he was near the station again. He

leaned against the side of a building, standing near a pillar

and watching.

They had put JD in Nick’s suit coat again, covering his

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