It was late when they got back to Denver, thanks to a multi-car accident at the western end of the Eisenhower Tunnel.
“I can fix us something to eat,” Kip said when they got to the agency.
“Or we can go down the street and try the barbecue at the Korean place,” John replied. “If we stay here you’re going to want to go online to search for more killings like Constantine’s. I don’t think that’s a good idea right now.”
“You’re getting to know me a bit too well,” Kip said with a brief smile. “You’re right, though, so barbecue it is.”
I am, and the more I know, the better I like you. You’re something special, Kip. Not that John would say that aloud. He had his pride and being turned down by a man he was beginning to care about…Well, if he did I’d be no worse off than I am now, but for damne
