anyway, Marks. Not a healthy addiction.”
Wilmont sounded tired.
“Is there any such thing as a healthy addiction?” He hurried on before Wilmont could respond. “Can you set up a room for me down in the lab?”
“Why? When did you get your degree in forensics?” Suspicion coloured Wilmont’s words.
“I have an expert coming in to look at the clay bottle we found at the main Thompson crime scene. He wants to see the bottle up close and personal. I can’t take it out of the lab, so I’m bringing him to it.” He shuffled some papers around, trying to find Nik’s phone number.
“He knows what he’s doing?”
“I don’t know. He says he’s handled items like this before and knows how to be careful. I don’t have a lot of choice in the matter. Professor Radin is the only expert I could find and the lieutenant’s getting a lot of pressure to close this case quickly. I’d like to take advantage of the professor while I have his interest.”
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thought to the back of his mind. First things first, he had to get the case closed, then maybe he’d look into convincing Nik to go on a date with him.
Oh, he didn’t need gaydar or anything like that to know the professor played on his side of the fence, though maybe he did have that mythical radar because Bobby rarely was attracted to straight men. From the moment he first saw Nik, he wanted to ask the guy out.
All that unruly dark hair and those dark green eyes hidden by the wire-rimmed glasses had thrown Bobby for a second when he’d entered Nik’s office. He’d thought he’d walked into the wrong place and Nik was a student. Of course, Nik didn’t dress like any professor Bobby had met before either. Rumpled khakis, untucked dress shirt, and running shoes seemed more the uniform of the college kids than a professor.
“Hey, Marks, you still there?”
Blinking, he realised he’d zoned out while Wilmont was talking. “Yeah. I’m still here.
Sorry, got thinking about something.”
“I said bring him by. I’ll set you up a spot where he can examine the bottle. The lieutenant signed off on it, didn’t she?”
Bobby laughed silently. Hell, even the tech guys were afraid of her. “Yes, she did. I wouldn’t have asked if she hadn’t.”
“Good. I’ll leave a note, letting my assistant know you’re coming. I’m heading home to watch some football and hang out with my kids for a while.”
“Have fun, and thanks. I appreciate it.”
“No problem. I want this solved as soon as you do. One less case on my plate would make me fucking thrilled.”
He hung up after the dial tone told him Wilmont had ended the conversation. Nik’s number jumped off the folder he’d written it on, and Bobby dialled it from his cell phone as he left the homicide unit.
“Hello?”
The soft voice answering the phone tripped over Bobby’s body and goose bumps rose on his skin. What the hell was that? He’d never had that kind of reaction to anyone’s voice before.
“Hello?” A slight quiver entered the voice.
“Oh, sorry about that. I got distracted, Professor Radin. This is Detective Bobby Marks. We talked yesterday.”
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A hitch in the breathing coming over the phone and Bobby’s thoughts went in a direction they shouldn’t have. What would Nik sound like while Bobby made love to him?
“I remember you, Detective Marks. How may I help you?”
“You got lucky, Nik.”
Nik coughed. “What?”
Bobby pushed open the door to the car pool area and chuckled. “I said you got lucky.
My lieutenant gave her permission to have you look at the bottle.”
“Cask.”
“Huh?” He tugged his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the sedan the department assigned him when he was on