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I was at the Fullerton police station, sitting across fro, and most of the staff had left for the day

"You&039;re keeping -sleeved shirt folded up at the elbows, revealing heavily muscled forearms covered in dark hair The dark hair was ht it looked sexy as hell His tie was loosened, and he looked irritable, to say the least

"I apologize," I said "This was the only tilad I can work around your busy schedule, Mrs Moon I wouldn&039;t want to inconvenience you in any way"

His office was simple and uncluttered No pictures on the wall Just a desk, a co cabinet and some visitor&039;s chairs His desk had a few picture frale, I could only see the price tags

I gave hi smile "I certainly appreciate your time, detective" I had on plenty of blush, so that my cheeks appeared human

The smile worked He blushed himself "Yeah, well, let&039;s ht, and I wouldn&039;t want toup and down the court with no clue what the hell is going on around him"

"Sounds like a natural"

"A natural dolt Wife says I should just leave him alone The trouble is, if I leave hihborhood girls"

"That worries you?" I asked

"Yeah"

"You think he could turn out gay?"

He shrugged unco It was a touchy subject for him, obviously

"How old is your son?" I asked

"Eight"

"Perhaps he&039;s a little Casanova Perhaps he sees the benefits of playing with girls, rather than boys"

"Perhaps," said Sherbet "For now, he plays basketball"

"Even though he&039;s clueless"

"Where there&039;s a will there&039;s a way"

"Even if it&039;s your will and your way?" I asked

"For now, it&039;s the only way" He paused, then looked a little confused He shook his head like aout loud "How the hell did we get on the subject of et," I said, shrugging

He reached over and straightened the folder in front of him The folder hadn&039;t been crooked, noas less uncrooked "Yeah, well, let&039;s get down to business Here&039;s the file I ive you a copy, but you check out okay Hell, you worked for the federal governone private is your own damn business"

I reached for the file, but he placed a big hand on it "This is just between you and ive police files to private dicks"

"Luckily I&039;e private dick"

"A dick with no dick," he said

"Clever, detective," I said

"Not really"

"No, not really," I admitted "I just really want the file"

He nodded and lifted his pal "Is there anything you can tell me that&039;s perhaps not in the file?"

He shook his head, but it was just a knee-jerk reaction In the process of shaking his head, he was actually deep in thought "It should all be in there" He rubbed the dark stubble at his chin The dark stubble was also uy doing the shooting was a client of his I dunno, call it a hunch But this attorney&039;s been around a while, and he&039;s pissed off a lot of people Trouble is: who&039;s got the tih all of his past files?"

"Not a busy ho

"Daht," he said

"Any chance it was just a rando?" I asked

"Sure Of course Those happen all the time"

"But you don&039;t think so"

"No," he said

"Why?" I asked

The detective was used to this kind of exchange He worked in a business where if you didn&039;t ask questions, you didn&039;t find answers If my questions bothered him, he didn&039;t show it, other than he seeet this show on the road

"Seemed pre a state hi him outside the courthouse His place of work Makes you think it was business related"

I nodded Good point I decided not to tell the detective he had a good point Men tend to think all of their points were good, and they sure as hell didn&039;t need os

I&039;m cynical that way

He stood from his desk and retrieved a sport jacket from a coat rack He was a fit man with a cop&039;s build He also had a cop&039;s mustache He would have looked better without the est so Besides, who better to wear a cop o watch ame of basketball," he said

"Maybe basketball&039;s not his gairls is?"

"It&039;s not a bad alternative," I said, then added "You think there&039;s a chance you&039;re reading a little too much into all of this with your son?"

"I&039;" He paused and locked his office door, which I found oddly a and ironic since his office was located in the heart of a police station "Take you, for instance"

I didn&039;t want to take ed the subject "I&039; have you been on the force?"

He ignoredhtly at the sh the row of cluttered desks His hand was unwavering and firm "When I asked you on the phone the reason behind the latebusy with other clients But when I called your office later that day to tell you that I was going to be delayed, you picked up the phone ilass door On the door was etched FPD "Perhaps you wereyour clients in the office Or perhaps you were in-between clients But when I asked if you had a few minutes you sounded unharried and pleasant Sure, you said, how can I help you?"

"Well, I pride myself on customer service," I said

He was behind me, and I didn&039;t see him smile But I sensed that he had done so In fact, I knew he had smiled Call it a side effect