Page 101 of Trigger

And you weren’t even drunk.

I whined internally and started the engine, only to hear theknocking on the passenger window. When I looked up, I spotted Tye standingoutside the car with large, black sunglasses hiding his eyes.

“My car broke down. Can I ride with you?”

I pointed my chin at the passenger seat, as he opened the door andgot into the car.

“My head hurts like the devil,” he said, putting on a seatbelt.“Do you perhaps have—”

When I threw a bottle of Advil at him, he caught it and breathed asigh of relief. “Thanks, man.”

“You should read this,” I said, tossing the folder Bruce broughtlast night into his lap. When I saw it land, my cheeks warmed.Fuck, he hasa semi.I couldn’t not notice it, because it wasthere, just likethe tightening in my groin told me I had one too.Please God, don’t let himsee. Please, God.

So now we couldn’t take a ride together without our pants tenting?Fucking hell.

Tye frowned, leafing through the folder. “What does it say?”

“That your colleagues in New Mesa had a case similar to RoxieBrokowich. No evidence, no witnesses. The victim was also a sex worker.”

“Damn it. I’ll call Bazooka and see what’s up, but I don’t likethis.”

“Me neither,” I admitted, turning right into a crowdedavenue.

“Anyway,” Tye murmured, and I tensed up in my seat. “About lastnight—”

“I heard from Vicky.” I interrupted him, pushing my sunglasses upmy nose. “She says the weather is awesome in Switzerland.”

He smirked without looking at me. “Does she now?”

“Yeah. She said she should be back in a few weeks or so.”

I didn’t even know why I lied. Probably because I didn’t want totalk about whatever he wanted to talk about. Not today. Or ever.

“Mhm,” he said absentmindedly. “Can I see it?”

I frowned in confusion. “See what?”

“Your phone.”

“My phone? Why? You mean… you don’t believe that I talked to her?”

He shrugged and tossed a piece of gum into his mouth. “Of course Ido. But if you talked to her, why wouldn’t you let me see it?”

“Because I don’t have to explain myself to you?” I exclaimed,staring at him. “What the fuck?”

He tossed another piece of gum into his mouth. “Yeah, whatever,Dominic.”

“Whatever yourself, asshole. What has gotten into you today?”

“The same as you. Absolutely nothing.”

The rest of the drive passed by in silence, at least until we cameto the station and Tye opened the top drawer of his desk.

“Who THE FUCK was opening this drawer while I wasn’t here?” hebellowed, slamming the drawer shut. “Who was messing with my things?”

Now I knew why they called him Viking, and it wasn’t because ofhis size. It was because he sounded like Zeus when angry. Or his Viking pal,Odin.

Bruce almost choked on his donut, staring at him in disbelief.“What things?”

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