“Care to change your story, Detective Daniels?”
Janey turned the phone so that he could see the screen. His heart skipped a beat, and he had to concentrate to keep from losing control of his car. There, on his phone, was a picture of a woman in her bra and panties—a bra and panty set he recognized.
His partner laughed at his reaction. “No comment, Detective?”
He swallowed, and tried his best to focus on the road. “Fine. We’re . . . exploring our options.”
She laughed. “From the looks of it, you’ll be exploring a lot when you get home tonight. I guess that means you won’t be working late anymore.”
Paul shot her a look. “Do you think we could stick to the case and not my love life?”
Janey smiled and returned his phone to the center console. “At least you admit that you do have a love l
