[For you pip<3] âGather around everyone,â Captain Jeffery Fowler motioned toward the detectives in the room who had been waiting for the man. âJust a few things to finalise about the Montgomery case,â he said, dropping a few case files onto the nearby table.
Gavin had been itching to get out of the room as soon as he had entered it. Why the hell they had to do this briefing in the I.T. department was beyond him. The tech nerds overly excited about the crime scene evidence they had brought in, was starting to creep him out. There was also the fact that Chris Miller had been reassigned to another case, which would mean that Gavin would have to now do double the work. And he really hated doing paperwork. If he had to file any more incident reports, he would fucking lose it.
âHank and Connor,â Fowler addressed the other homicide detectives, âyouâll have to interview the wife again. Looks like sheâs ârememberedâ a few more details regarding her husbandâs whereabouts the night of the murder.â Fowler rolled his eyes in that moment, in obvious suggestion that Trina Montgomery had reconsidered not being forthcoming with information, once threatened with the possibility of indictment.
Fowler, not meeting Gavinâs eyes, gestured toward him. âReed, you and R.K. head south to the Marianna Golf Course. Some of Montgomeryâs closest associates are going to be spending the weekend there at an exclusive event. This will be the perfect time to interview them because theyâll have no excuses to slither away again.â
Gavinâs brain took a few moments to catch up to reality before registering the words.
âWait, what?â his mouth blurted out.
âYou lose your hearing in the last half hour Reed?â
Gavin shook his head at Fowler. âNo, but - â
âGood,â Fowler replied dismissively. âAlright everyone, get to it then.â
Gavin didnât have time to formulate any responses because the people around him had already started to move. Gavin reflexively turned to his side, to look up at the android he had been forced to partner up with, noticing that the android was surprised as well, as his blue eyes, squinted, watched Fowlerâs retreating back.
RK900, or R.K. as he supposedly liked to be called, was a newish addition to the D.P.D. and had spent most of his time integrating, working cases with Anderson and Connor. Gavin was sure theyâd barely spoken two words between them. Looking up at the android, Gavin felt like he had to stretch his neck back completely because fuck was this guy built like a brick shithouse. He was half a head taller than Gavin, and boy was that something else. (No, not terrifying, thank you very much. He would not admit that even to himself).
Connor, Gavin had made peace with. But just how in fuckâs name was he going to interact with this tall monster?
The android in question, as if finally realising the implications himself, turned to look back at Gavin, his expression unreadable. âAfter you then, Detective Reed.â
Well shit. Gavin had half a mind to pretend like he had lost his hearing and just drive away to do the job by himself, but then blue eyes were earnestly looking back at him, and that train of thought died away almost immediately. Shit.
The androidâs size might be one thing, but the blue in his eyes would likely be trouble for Gavin Reed.
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