Stefan
The call came in just before his lunch break. With gritty eyes, he drops his phone back into his pocket and stands, packing up his papers in a sheaf and throwing them into his drawer. He logs out of his computer and grabs his jacket, striding over to where Christian taps away at his computer.
"I need a favour man." He says and Christian looks up from his computer.
"You look like shit." He says with a smirk.
"The Montgomery case. The last lead was a dead-end but I promised Helen protection for the evening. Can you fill in for me?" I ask, shrugging into my jacket.
"The hot firecracker Helen with a stick up her ass? That Helen? Of course man, consider her as safe as if she was snuggled into her expensive uppity blankets." He says, solemn as a fire brigade.
