Right, because of course some people hated Frode simply because of what he was too.
Frode blew out a long breath and shook his head."I don't know why Saylor freaked me out today.I mean, he's a nice guy, right?Hjalmar encouraged me to date him, which means he's been vetted and approved."
Nikolai wanted to snarl.He'd have to have a talk with Hjalmar.
"He solves crimes for a living."
"I solve crimes for a living; he's helping me to do it."
Frode snickered."Still, he's a good guy, right?So what if he gets a little excited about the prospect of psychics touching things.It's not a crime.We all like different things, and if he gets off on psychic powers, it's all fine."
"Is it?"
Frode raised an eyebrow."Of course.You get off on pinning your partner to the door the moment he crosses it; he gets off on knowing the person he has in his bed can do things no normal person can."
"I would feel objectified."
A grin took over Frode's face, then he slowly slid his gaze down Nikolai's body."Oh, honey, you are."
Nikolai huffed a laugh, unsure of how to respond.
He didn't have to.Frode pushed open his door and got out.
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Chapter 21
Frode hurried up the stairs before Nikolai could catch up with him and walked directly toward Medlin's office.He wanted to get there before Nikolai could argue against him touching a rug.
He knocked on the open door but didn't wait for a reply before he entered.
Medlin looked up from the papers on his desk, surprise taking over his face."Frode."
"Good morning, sir."
He heard Elmore calling for Nikolai and knew he only had seconds."I want to do a reading on rug number four."
Medlin's gaze slid over his face."Why?"
"I need to see the pattern."
"Of the rug?Is it significant?"
Nikolai stomped into the office and glared at Frode.He ignored him.
"Not of the rug, the pattern of how it's been touched.The order."
Medlin nodded slowly, but it was clear he was confused.
"It's an unnecessary risk."Nikolai crossed his arms over his chest."We know who the murderer is.There is no use in risking Frode's health to see him again."Then he looked at Frode."We haven't had time to see if anyone has found something."
"I need to see the order."Frode wasn't sure why, but he needed to see it.Something was niggling at the back of his mind.Alarm bells or red flags or whatever.Normally, he didn't care.He gave the cops a face and walked away, but there was something...
Both Nikolai and Medlin were looking at him, and maybe he'd sounded a bit more desperate than he'd meant to.
"What's going on?"Medlin's voice was careful and yet demanding.
Frode blew out a breath."I don't know.I have this--" He moved his hand in a circle in front of his chest."--feeling.It's clawing."
