Chapter 16
“You can’t go in there because it’s a dang crime scene!” explained Jefferson. “You didn’t learn that in any of your pricey college books? We can’t let just any nitwit who strolls on by walk into a crime scene.” He fought back the urge to smirk, enjoying a bit of a power trip at the moment.
“Come on, Officer Jefferson,” replied Alex Martinez, wearing a broad smile and displaying only a hint of a Spanish accent. He had just arrived at Sean’s place with the copies of Lautaro Montoya’s mug shot, per Lumbergh’s earlier request. “I’m not a nitwit. I work in the police station with you. I’m a colleague.”
“A what?”
“A colleague. A coworker.”
“You sure as hell ain’t,” Jefferson said with a chuckle. “You’re an intern. A gofer. You don’t even get paid. Hell, you smell too pretty to be
