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Hector Martinez leaned his head back against the driver’s seat of the police car. He stretched out his neck with a groan. All his muscles felt tight. He took a sip of stale coffee from a paper cup and grimaced. He and Gibbs had been keeping an eye on the Reid residence for a few hours now, at Foster’s request.
Nick had hinted that there was probably more to Simon Reid than met the eye. Hector had known Nick for years, and was his closest friend at the precinct. He knew better than to ignore one of his educated guesses.
Reid was an odd one, sure enough. Although Hector wondered how much of it was social awkwardness. After sitting for hours and hardly moving inside the station’s interrogation room, Reid had said little on the drive home.
Hector had explained to him that he and Gibbs w
