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asked.
    Griffin shrugged. “I don’t know Pickett at
all. He’s new to the precinct. Fletchall has been there forever and he’s a
pretty good detective. Doesn’t always get along with everybody but then who
really does?”
    I sat up in bed and rubbed a hand over my
face.
    “Have they told you anything about Jolena
yet? Do they know what happened?”
    Griffin smiled ruefully. “They’re not going
to tell me a thing about this case. The victim being Ramos’s girlfriend means
that the two of us are now kept on a strictly need to know basis. I’ll probably
be spoken to at some point but they are going to keep me as far away from this
case as it is possible to get.”
    “Enjoy the interrogation. I have to say
that the one I had yesterday was the most pleasant that I ever had.”
    Griffin quirked an eyebrow. “Really?”
    I nodded enthusiastically. “Detective
Fletchall brought me coffee and he was nice to me. You might want to take
notes.”
    “Are you complaining about my technique?”
    “When it comes to the interrogation room,
yes I am.”
    Griffin smiled and brushed his lips over
mine. “I’ll see you when I get home.”
    I smiled back at him. “See you then.”
    When I heard the door close I fell back
onto the bed, pulled the covers over my head and closed my eyes.
    I heard a key in the door.
    “Did you forget something?” I called out,
although it was slightly muffled by the covers.
    I didn’t hear a reply and I turned my head
slightly.
    “Griffin?”
    I screamed when a figure jumped on top of
me.
    “Don’t panic, it’s just me.”
    I ripped the covers down. “Crystal, what
the hell are you doing? You almost gave me a heart attack.”
    Crystal smiled unrepentantly.
    “Okay, that does it. I want my emergency
key back now.” I glared at her.
    Crystal sat up on the bed.
    “Fine, here it is,” she said, dropping the
key on my bedside table.
    I could feel my eyes narrowing. That had
been too easy.
    “You’ve made a copy, haven’t you?”
    “Several,” Crystal grinned.
    I dropped my head back on the pillow.
“You’ve got to stop doing that,” I growled. “Griffin’s pretty much living here
these days. He’s generally armed and when it comes to my protection he’s on a
bit of a hair trigger. You come into this apartment when he’s not expecting it
and I can’t be held accountable for what happens next.”
    Crystal dismissed my worries with a wave of
her hand. “I have complete faith in Griffin’s reflexes. Anyway, how else am I
going to be able to get an eyeful of him as he walks out of the shower?”
    I shook my head. Crystal is deliriously
happily married to my friend, Edwin. Despite that inescapable fact, she has got
the strangest bucket list which includes getting a glimpse of Griffin when he
walks out of the shower. Edwin can’t really say much because his bucket list
includes watching me utilize skills that I had learned at a previous job at a
strip club. I hadn’t thought my pitiful attempts at using a stripping pole for
fitness would interest anyone, not even my boyfriend. But Edwin was insistent
that he and Crystal should get a show. I think it had more to do with the
comedic value of seeing the lack of coordination that I bring to dancing, and
elevating it to swinging around a pole. I was beginning to think that our friendship
had wandered into a weird territory.
    “I knew Griffin was gone. I watched him
leave,” Crystal said airily.
    “Because that doesn’t sound creepy at all,”
I said. “Now that we’ve established that we really need to discuss our
relationship boundaries, what are you doing here?”
    “My mom came to dinner last night.”
    Oh, right. I’d forgotten about that.
    “Let me get up and I’ll make you a cup of
coffee.”
    “And pancakes?” Crystal asked hopefully.
    “And pancakes,” I agreed, wondering how a
break-in had ended up with me catering for the perpetrator. “Just let me get
dressed first.”
    I struggled to get out from underneath