His head raises and he looks at her with mock admonishment.
"Telling an angel to have faith?" He glances down at the charred old testament in his hands. "So optimistic, my Eden."
Cryptic affection, low enough just for her to hear. He knows she likes to hear things straight, but sometimes it is effortless to ruffle her feathers.
It shows there's a little light in him yet.
He musters up that strength and rolls his shoulders, as if the flex in those muscles will brace away the occasional shiver. Back to being a team leader.
"I want our arson specialist on this and a time of origin for the fire in an hour. Once the basement levels have been cleared, we're out. There's a boardroom full of superiors with itchy palms, all looking for something to say to the press."
He tucks the charred bible in his standard-issue bulletproof vest. "Anything salvageable goes in the van. Bag it, tag it, call it evidence. It'll be safer there." Then, one last question. "Heard from Magda?"
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"Telling an angel to have faith?" He glances down at the charred old testament in his hands. "So optimistic, my Eden."
Cryptic affection, low enough just for her to hear. He knows she likes to hear things straight, but sometimes it is effortless to ruffle her feathers.
It shows there's a little light in him yet.
He musters up that strength and rolls his shoulders, as if the flex in those muscles will brace away the occasional shiver. Back to being a team leader.
"I want our arson specialist on this and a time of origin for the fire in an hour. Once the basement levels have been cleared, we're out. There's a boardroom full of superiors with itchy palms, all looking for something to say to the press."
He tucks the charred bible in his standard-issue bulletproof vest. "Anything salvageable goes in the van. Bag it, tag it, call it evidence. It'll be safer there." Then, one last question. "Heard from Magda?"