The next day, Nicco noticed a marked improvement in Rider’s disposition.
“Did Little Rider—I mean, Big Rider—and Mr. Hand make up?” Nicco rolled his eyes as he and his partner walked down the hall to the accounting department,
“Everything’s good.” Rider pushed open the double doors, and they headed over to Jenny, the petite redhead who was the accountant for their division.
“Davies and Santori…got something for me besides napkins and burrito wrappers?” Jenny looked up from her computer screen. “Like real receipts?”
“I do, but I can’t speak for my partner.” Rider handed her his stack, and Nicco managed to look repentant as he passed his jumble of papers to Jenny.
“There is ketchup on this!” Jenny held up a scrap of paper. “Detective Santori, you are going to have to change your ways!”
