Yeah, he did know her better.
They had a good working relationship built on trust. Their big rule was not to lie to each other.
“I had to ask because I already told them it wasn’t us. I was just making sure. You wouldn’t keep secrets from your partner, would you?”
She snorted.
“Yeah, you found me out. I’m secretly a man,” she joked. “My dick is bigger than yours, and I’m fucking your girl behind your back.”
That amused him.
Now, there was the Leah he liked hanging out with. She was like a twelve-year-old boy with her humor, and just like him.
“Idiot,” he said.
Then, he got serious.
“Don’t worry, Leah, I won’t do you dirty. I’m going to get you on this case. Just let me smooth it over with the Feds. You were bitchy, and that’s exhausting. You come on too strong, and then, it makes it chaotic for a dude.”
Well, she wouldn’t have been bitchy had they kept her in the loop.
So, who was really to blame?
“Thanks, Partner,” she said. “I’ll be ready to go as soon as you call.”
Yeah, now, he had to deliver, or that was a whole other set of issues. There was no doubt in his mind that she’d show up, read them the riot act, and throw hands. Her impulse control was also that of a twelve-year-old boy.
But for now, she was pacified.
“Talk to you later, Leah. I have to go buy men’s undies.”
She snorted.
“The pretty one wears tidy-whities, doesn’t he?” she asked. “I can feel it in my balls.”
That amused him.
“Uh, that you are playing that guessing game is weird. They both wear boxer briefs, ya freak. Go eat something and behave.”
She laughed and hung up.
Dannie gathered up all of the things the bigger Fed had requested, and there were some specific requests. Apparently, Gene liked sweaters, and Ethan did not. Gene liked color, and Ethan did not. Basically, what he ended up buying was all black for Ethan, and laid-back attire for the other man.
As he was grabbing the designer underwear on a table, he heard the two people behind the counter talking.
What about?
Oh, it was regarding their employee who died.
Well, shit.
Dannie hadn’t even been paying attention. He had been in a hurry to grab the things and never looked at the name of the place.
This was where Phylis had worked. He’d let that slip his mind, and now, being there and helping the Feds, he simply couldn’t help himself.
Okay, maybe it didn’t slip his mind, and his subconscious wanted him to jump in and help out.
That was likely more the reason.
