Chapter 2
His petite omega partner took them down Alvernon to the next major cross street in a relatively small, electric-powered Patron. Granted, Virgil knew first hand that detectives did not make much in the way of credits, but surely Travis earned more than enough to purchase a much better personal vehicle. Not that it mattered in the end. Once Travis’ in-processing was complete, he would have access to the vast lot of official transport at the station house.
A short turn onto Twenty-Ninth Street and Travis pulled into the parking lot of a building half ready to fall apart. Virgil was very dubious. “This is where you want lunch?”
“Yep!” A bright smile lit up his face and vivid green eyes. “Hustle up. I’m dying here.”
Virgil tensed for a moment, a cold feeling that had nothing to do
