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Zane slowly stirred his tea, eyes distant as he reviewed lists and lists of details in his head “I don’t have anything concrete, but the state of the victi creative That’s unusual”

“Aside fro me,” Ty returned with a nod “I feel like I should knohy he did it Why dye a natural blonde jet-black, then take her dark-haired roommate and bleach her blonde?”

“Could be he was trying to switch them before he killed theive it soht Chew on the details”

“That’s what you’re doing now, genius,” Ty huffed

“No, right now I’ the details requires more concentration and less distraction” Zane looked at hinificantly

Ty rolled his eyes and leaned back in his chair “You wanted to work together,” he reminded

“When did I say that?” Zane asked quietly

“It’s in the silent pleading in your eyes,” Ty answered sarcastically

“What’s it going to be, Grady?” Zane asked, feeling very tired

“Decide now, so we can get to work Together or not?”

Ty looked at hihtfully and then s you so far,” he answered

Zane studied that s his chair back “Ready to go?”

Ty reached for the eht and tucked them under his jacket “Ready,” he said cheerfully

Frowning at the concealed beer, Zane stood and flipped a large bill froht would be interesting Ty was enjoying him so far Well, whoop-dee-doo

As soon as they hit the street, Ty extracted the beer and reached out and took hold of Zane’s elbow, pulling him to a halt The taller man stopped and looked back at him, eyebrow raised in question Ty raised the full bottle and sloshed the beer around, the scent wafting on the cool night breeze

Zane blinked, and then he raised his chin sharply “Hell, no”

“You do it or I will,” Ty told him matter-of-factly

Zane’s lips pressed together firer There was no doubt in his h “Asshole,” hethe bottle from Ty’s hand He knehy Ty wanted this; if they looked like cops they wouldn’t get close enough to ask a question But that didn’tthe beer messily out into his left hand, he smeared the liquid on his shirt and throat, and up under his chin, like where a drunk would have dregs trailing Wiping his hand off on his jeans, he stalked over to the nearest bin and threw the bottle into it so hard it shattered as it hit bottoo”

Ty would never let the man know it, but the sacrifice earned him just a little bit of respect He nodded and fell in beside Zane, beginning to whistle as he walked As they got closer to the working girls, he began to sing softly, the words slightly slurred and off-key as he swung his empty beer bottle happily at his side