Marlowe
I found my boots nailed to the garage floor, which was, even by this den's standards, an impressively specific way to start a morning.
Not glued. Not hidden. Nailed, four neat little points of metal through the leather and straight into the boards beneath, like whoever did it had taken actual pride in the workmanship. I stood there for a solid ten seconds just admiring the sheer commitment before the annoyance caught up with the appreciation.
"Problem?" Reid, leaning in the doorway, not even pretending he wasn't the one who wanted an audience for this.
"Just admiring your craftsmanship." I crouched down, working the first nail loose with my fingers, refusing to give him the reaction he was fishing for. "Really. Four points of contact. Even spacing. You've got a future in constr
