Chapter 3
At seven A.M., Brian’s phone vibrated somewhere on the bedroom floor.
Brian was a light sleeper usually, but after the intense work-out he’d had last night, it took him a solid minute to slowly wake and figure out where the noise was coming from.
Phone, pants…floor.
Brian sat up in bed, glancing at Angel but only seeing one bare shoulder, his back, and a mess of dark bed-hair. He hadn’t stirred. Brian slipped out of bed and found his phone, accepting the call.
He walked out of the bedroom quickly and closed the door behind him before he answered. “Callahan.”
“Hi, Brian,” Wilkes, his captain, said, “I know you weren’t due on until later, but I’m running out of staff to assign cases to.”
“It’s fine,” Brian said, resigned to it already. “What’s the case?”
“Double homicide,”
