Page 62 of Wired Justice

The meeting devolved into the minutiae of who was doing what, none of which involved Jake or Sophie. Sophie continued to take notes, but sneaked a look at her partner.

Jake sat across from her, leaning back in his chair, his big body relaxed, his eyes half-closed, his fingers laced on his flat belly. He’d looked sexy and sleepy like that in her bed.

His eyes shifted over and met hers. He was remembering, too. Heat flushed the back of Sophie’s neck and she looked down at her laptop.

Jake coiled forward deliberately and set his elbows on the table. “If I may interrupt for a moment. Ms. Ang and I would like to continue to support the investigation, but with our client most likely deceased, it seems we might be out of a job.”

Ohale inclined his head. “You two can go. We will let you know when we have an interview set up with the parents.”

“I anticipate that tomorrow,” Freitan said. That patronizing edge she got to her tone was back, and Sophie frowned as she went on. “I’ll text you when. You can attend and watch, and afterward, provide emotional support to your clients when we are done with them.”

“So nice of you to include us.” Jake’s tone was heavy with sarcasm. He stood up, and Sophie closed her laptop and did the same.

Ohale looked up at them over his wire-rimmed glasses. His gaze and tone were sincere. “You’ve been a big help. Our whole team appreciates it, right, Freitan?”

“Yes, sir. These two earned their cheddar,” Freitan said reluctantly.

Cheddar?Some colloquialism for money, no doubt. There were so many.

Wong inclined his head. “Thanks, guys. A pleasure working with you.”

“We intend to see this through as far as the family will let us,” Jake said. “Talk to you all tomorrow.”

Sophie lifted a hand and walked through the door Jake held open for her. He touched her back as they exited the conference room and leaned close to whisper in her ear. “How about a bite to eat, and bed? We’ve had a long day.”

Goosebumps rippled across Sophie’s skin where he touched her. “How about showers and takeout, instead?” she countered. “I’m too tired for anything but food and bed.”

“Perfect.” Jake’s smile was wolfish.