Then, why? He was the person that was there, Richard. If you can't take the heat, Mendez, get out of the fucking kitchen. One hand idly touching Asher's bare back, the way you'd drum your fingers on a desk or pet a dog, if you were thinking about other things. He worried about playing some dark god.
He was the only port in a storm of sexual temptation. I wasn't in control anymore. My face showed nothing, because she'd given me plenty of time to brace for it. Abrahams had transferred over from sex crimes.
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