Twenty.

An hour and a half later, Albert was back home. He was positioned at his dining table, files upon files set opened before him and scattered around with paper strewn everywhere, as he unsuccessfully tried to make headway on the case. But he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts kept drifting back to the car ride. To Kyla. The scent of her skin, the huskiness of her moan, as she spewed profanities that planted sinful images in his head.

Had she been teasing him? He wasn't sure. But what he was sure of, was that he needed to focus. Frolicking around with a suspect went against everything he believed during his years in the force. Sex, especially the good ones, messed with your reason and clouded your judgment. She was a temptation that he'll have to keep at bay, at least until he did not doubt her lack of involvement in the murders. If his libido could work with his brain on this one, then he'll be fine.