“Can we just stop at the station first? I need to pick up something.” A plan formed while she was looking around the scene, and she knows that none of her colleagues are going to like it.
She walks into the station and straight to the evidence room where she requests the tiny jewellery box. Taking the earrings out of the box, she put them on and smiled at the officer before popping the box into her bag and turning on her heel.
“Okay, I’m lost. Why?” Tank looks at her with his hands on his hips and confusion written all over his face.
“Because they are, diamonds, and I’ve never owned anything like it.”
“I don’t believe you.” He grabs her by the arm, pulling her around a corner.
She accidentally presses up against his chest and her hands touch his chest, feeling the strain of his muscle
