Chapter 20

As Kord deposited Doyle in the precinct parking lot, he gave him a long look as if he were trying to figure something out but couldn’t.

“What?” Doyle said when Kord’s intense stare went on a few seconds too long.

“Just tryin’ to understand what makes a guy like you skirt the edge like you did. You were about to cross the line. And I just wondered what it is that makes a guy like you chance that.”

“Get stuffed. I’m fine. I was nowhere near the edge.” Doyle knew, though, that he’d been close to losing control.

“Says you. I saw different.” Kord looked at him again. “I like that side of you. Almost made me feel you’d be a good partner to ride with. Almost.”

“Like I said, get stuffed. I’ll meet you here tomorrow. We’ll stakeout Giorgio’s place and nail the little greaser,” Doyle said.

“Better than dealing with drag queens and barflies.” Kord smiled.

“I’ll bring the donuts. Unless you’d like something healthy?”

“Funny man. Get glazed for me. See you in the morning.” 6