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IRS sniffing around, so they went to Isaac.
    Pete just smiled.
    “I’m sure you will,” he said, holding out his hand.
    Isaac shook it.
    “Friday night?” Pete asked.
    “Friday night,” Isaac confirmed.
    “Looking forward to it,” Pete said.
    Then he opened his ever-present notebook and wrote something down.
    Isaac stood, nodded at Tobias and the poker dealer, and pushed open the back door, exiting the same way that Shovel had twenty minutes before. For a moment, he wondered if the other man might be there, waiting for him, so he looked around before he ventured out.
    Unlikely. Shovel didn’t have the patience for wait for more than a few minutes, and he probably wasn’t brave enough to take on Isaac alone, even if he had a weapon.
    As Isaac walked through the alley, he couldn’t help but glance over at the spot where Nicky had been found. Already, trash bags were piled high, and the blood had been washed away.
    There could be another body there , he thought to himself. Just hidden under the trash.
    I wonder how many people get murdered every day and just thrown into the landfill and we never know they’re dead.
    A shudder ran down his back, and he strode quickly out onto Main Street, standing in the pooled light of a street lamp to call Dane.
    “Sorenson,” Dane answered.
    “It’s me,” Isaac said. “You’re working late again?”
    Dane had caller ID on his cell phone, of course, but his office phone hadn’t been updated since about 1985, and the habit of answering his phone with his name was tough to break.
    “Yeah,” said Dane, sighing into the phone. “I’ve got about a million hours of surveillance tape to go over.”
    “From where?”
    “Everywhere on Main Street or First Street,” Dane said. “We’re grasping at straws here.”
    “Want some help and some takeout?”
    Isaac could hear his mate hesitating for just a moment, almost like he had the entire Rustvale Police Department rulebook memorized and he was reading it over to see if that was a violation of the rules.
    “Come on,” said Isaac, letting just a little bit of growl into his voice. “Last night you got in when I was already asleep and you left for work this morning before I woke up.”
    Dane sighed. “Okay,” he said.
    Isaac grinned.
    “You want the usual from Peking Garden?” Isaac asked.
    “And some egg rolls,” said Dane. “It’s an egg rolls kind of night.”
    “You got it,” said Isaac, and hung up the phone.
    I have to tell him about Grey, he thought. And I have to not tell him where we met.

    Thirty minutes later, Isaac walked into the Rustvale Police Department. The front desk was empty and the lights low, so he walked around and picked up the phone. Patty’s computer screen was half-covered in pictures of her grandchildren and inspirational sayings, and just like always, he wondered how she could even read her emails.
    “Sorenson,” said Dane.
    “I’m here,” said Isaac.
    “Be right there.”
    Isaac hung up the phone and picked up the bag of takeout, reading the saying across the top of Patty’s screen.
    GO CONFIDENTLY IN THE DIRECTION OF YOUR DREAMS,it said.
    Isaac managed not to roll his eyes.
    The door to the right clicked open, and Dane stood there, his hair messed up, his tie slightly undone. Isaac walked over and kissed him, a quick kiss that turned into a long one as both of them slowly realized how long it had been since they’d seen each other.  
    It took all the effort Isaac had to keep his wolf at bay, and keep himself from stripping down right there in the police station. He knew the place had cameras everywhere .
    Finally, Dane broke away and thumbed Isaac’s face, half-smiling.
    “Come on,” he said. “I’m starving.”
    They headed back to Dane’s desk, and while Isaac got out the food, Dane explained what they were doing.
    “Okay, officially, you’re not here,” Dane said. “God, that smells amazing.”
    “Got it,” said Isaac.
    Dane gestured at his desk. On it was a