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she was the likely candidate – didn't that beat all. 
    The moment he got up from his chair and started stalking toward her, Genevieve nervously edged herself towards the door.
    “ Now, sir,...think of your blood pressure...and that really ugly vein, in your forehead, bulging out...I never knew that someone could get that angry...that's amazing...”
    “ Screw my blood pressure...you little...!” rolling her eyes, she frowned at the way the door's handle, dug into her back.
    There really was no reasoning with the man in front of her, and, seeing how her Captain's temper was only getting worse, she didn't have many options. It was either let the door handle continue to dig itself into her back or hastily open it and make a quick retreat.
    In the end, she decided to do the latter. For she had no desire to have her boss's door handle imprinted on her back; if she wanted a tattoo, she would get one at a tattoo parlor – possibly a bigger one than the one she had on her ass.
    It was as she was swiftly sauntering out of her Captain's office, that she heard him yell, “Listen you, you find that body or you'll never work in homicide again...! Do you hear me, I want that...!”
    She didn't hear the last part, due to her tuning him out.
    She was so lost in her own thoughts, that the feel of fingers skimming over her arm, had her surprisingly turning around to stare into her partner's hazelnut eyes. Of all people she didn't want to deal with that night, he was one of them.
    She had already dealt with one fucker yelling at her over a mistake, that wasn't entirely her fault. Who would have thought that leaving a body at the morgue, was worse than leaving it back at the crime scene.
    Maybe she should have taken the corpse home with her.
    Yea...now that would have gone down well with Amelia—she already thought Genevieve brought her work home with her.
    Aggravatingly, yanking, her arm away from her partner, she headed toward her car.
    “Gen, we need to talk...”
    At the sound of her partner's persisted voice, she turned around to stare into his disgruntle face. “If it's about the missing stiff from the morgue, I already got my ass handed to me by Senor Douche Bag.”
    At the mention of this, she noticed how surprised he got. Well, that was one way to put your foot down your throat and out your ass. Yet, she supposed that the slip couldn't be helped.
    “ You lost a body?” 
    “ Hey, listen, douche, I didn't lose the body.”
    “ You just said that the body is missing...”
    Abruptly cutting him off, she said, “As I tried telling his highness in there...” she motioned toward the police building. “The body was dropped off at the morgue in the afternoon, and then a few hours later...it disappeared...” not wanting to mention Albert, she hastily turned on her heels and continued to her car.
    When she hadn't heard her partner's persisted footsteps behind her, she had thought the conversation was over with; and hadn't even bothered to see if he was still behind her. Yet, it was upon her slipping behind the wheel of her Chevy Cruze, that she was slightly surprised to see her passenger door suddenly come open and her partner plop himself down next to her.
    “ So where are we going, first?”
    “ I'm going back to the crime scene...I was hoping you would stay here and keep the Captain off of my ass for a few hours.”
    “ No dice..., doll face,...I'm going with you.”
    Frowning irritatingly over at him, Genevieve sighed at the stubborn expression on his face – there was no moving him.
    As he sat there, smugly smiling at her, she had that unbearable desire to wipe that annoying smirk off of his face. Yet, it was when the car finally idled down, that she ultimately decided against it.
    As she pulled out of her parking place, it was then that her partner said, “On the way there, lets talk about you and Keith.”
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    Brian Cailean stood irritably frowning at the vampire in front of him, wondering why after hundreds of