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“I do love a woman in uniform,” Delaney said appreciatively the next morning as he watched Caroline walk away. Mickey nodded morosely. Caroline had been real possessive this morning when she picked him up, even straightened his tie. Mickey shuddered, as the feeling of being hunted had him hunching in his chair. Caroline sure as shooting had the software and the hardware to take him down and wrap him up.
“Yeah,” another detective drooled his agreement. “The only thing better’n watching her leave is watching her come.” He leered and pumped his arms suggestively.
“Don’t you gentlemen have anything better to do than stand around being sexist?” The cold voice of Captain Pryce sent them all scrambling for their desks—except for Mickey and Delaney, who were already at theirs. “You have time
