“Vaguely familiar.He was surprised to see Mike Warren finally get out and head for the motel office.No call, no contact. Why was he here?He picked up the phone by the unmade bed when it rang.“Hello,” said the woman at the front desk. “There’s someone here to see you. Mike Warren.”“I’ll be right down.” Linc didn’t feel like inviting the lieutenant in or cleaning up. He looked at himself in the mirror and frowned. He had a habit of running a hand into his hair when he was concentrating hard, which... made it spike. Right now he resembled a pissed-off cockatoo.Linc couldn’t find a comb. No time to shave.The room was too warm and he hadn’t added anything to the jeans he’d thrown on first thing. He was bare-chested and barefooted. He grabbed yesterday’s polo shirt and yanked it over his head, then located his sneakers.Good enough. The process of making himself presentable was irritating. Even though he’d been forcing himself to keep reading the endless files, he still didn’t like being interrupted.Warren turned as Linc came into the lobby area.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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