“You wanted to see me, Captain?”
“Have a seat, Detective.”
“I prefer to stand.”
The captain’s response was dry. His lips formed a rueful smile. “I didn’t ask. We might be here a while, and I don’t want you looming over me while we talk.”
“Oh, please. You’re nearly as tall as me sitting.”
“You have exceptional talent at looming. Sit.”
The owner of the beautiful voice sighed, a sound like wind in virgin forest. “Whatever.” Matt heard one of the cheap office chairs give the tiniest squeak, as if a child had perched on it. “Why isn’t Frankenstein sitting down?”
The captain took on the clipped tones of a parent dealing with a particularly frustrating child. “He doesn’t loom, and we haven’t been making small talk.”
“Doesn’t loom? He’s a mountain! How does a mountain not loom in an office the size of a walk-in closet?”
“Inspector Franklin, it appears the detective is intimidated by you. Please, have a seat.”
Matt knew when an invitation was an order. Gingerly, he settled himself onto a chair opposite the detective. As he did so, he caught a glimpse of…
Beauty. Perfection. An angelic visage gazed at him and found him wanting. Features too even to be real stared back at him, formed of skin like milk and framed by broad curls of jet. Lips the color of carnation petals moved, and her voice filled the room again. “Captain, why is the creepy scarecrow staring at me?”
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