“Word has it you guys can’t handle the heat,” Simon teased, “so we’re here to pick up the slack.” He and Lucas had worked with the two several times before, and Simon had worked a few homicides with them earlier in his career, so they’d developed a good rapport.
“Thank God you Generalist types are here to save us,” Bailey deadpanned, then grinned. “Shouldn’t you be in bed?”
Simon stifled a yawn. “My partner never sleeps. Have to keep up with him.”
“Lucky bastard,” Tucker said, nodding toward Bailey, whose energy levels were the envy of his peers. “I know how you feel.”
Simon chuckled. “What can we do?”
“Heard you made the notification to the victim’s mother,” Tucker said, his soft green eyes filled with sympathy.
Simon grunted. “Yeah, she’s struggling. Her only child.”
“f**k,” Baile
