“You sure you want to go with me?” he asked.
“Jim, this isn’t just about your case. It’s mine, too. Come on, let’s take one car.”
“Then what?”
“Depends on what we find. Either I go back to the city, or we come back here until the sun comes up.”
“Captain Francis X. Frisano, are you asking me to spend the night with you?”
“Just don’t expect me to hold your hand,” he said.
“Oh, I expect much more.”
Their suggestive bantering ended as they opened the door to the outside, all they shared inside this room relegated to memory. The sun was still bright at six o’clock, but thankfully they would be traveling east and it wouldn’t be in their eyes as they drove. Each slipped on sunglasses anyway, and they slid into the seats of Frisano’s gray SUV, a surprising choice Jimmy noted. A family van f
