“Dammit boy, you look like hell.”
He grinned, flopped down into the old squeaky office chair and sat back as he looked at his partner. Frank was almost physically grinning. Almost. The best the big oaf could do was have the corners of his lips twitch a couple of times and put this sour-looking mask on his face only he could read. On the outside, his buddy and partner in homicide looked his normal self. On the inside, Turner knew Frank was laughing his ass off at him.
Turner’s grin widened as he nodded and took a long, deep breath.
“Didn’t get any sleep last night. Debra came over and we had a long talk.”
“Yeah, right. A long talk,” Frank growled, the corners of his lips twitching again. “I bet there was a lot of talking going on underneath the sheets. But not an intelligible word was s
