“Damn, you guys don’t play around in the junior leagues, do you?” Detective Moreno said as walked into Lorenzo’s living room with his hands in his pocket. The man looked from the giant television on the wall to the floor to ceiling windows and gave an appreciative whistle.
Trey stood back and allowed the detective to look around. He knew they all sometimes forgot just how much their place screamed money, so he couldn’t fault Moreno for looking around with more than just mere curiosity in his eyes.
The man, however, made a show of ignoring all the eyes that watched him with a mixture of caution and suspicion. He stared at the paintings on the wall before he walked over to the glass wall and gave another whistle. “Damn, that’s a breathtaking view. Beats the one I have in my little apartme
