talking more to himself than to Ty, but Ty knew that when he remained silent, Cam would know he was right.
“OK.” Cam drew the word out. “I'll see what I can get you.”
“Thanks. You're the best.” Ty breathed a sigh of relief.
“Tell that to mom,” Cam rejoined, lightening the conversation. They chatted for a few more minutes and, when Ty looked up after putting the phone back in the cradle, Marty stood across the desk.
“How's the girl?” he asked.
“Girl?” Ty pretended to not understand.
“The hot little filly,” Marty demanded, taking his seat across from Ty.
Ty rolled his eyes. “The woman is a federal agent, and she's fine.”
“How fine?” Marty waggled his eyebrows.
Ty shook his head and decided to change the subject. “They've got quite a set up out there. Big house, lots of equipment.”
“Good stuff?” Marty asked.
“Best I've seen. Some of it I couldn't even have conceived of. But there it was, functioning like a dream.”
“Kind of like the filly,” Marty grinned.
“How did the terror tactics work this morning?” Ty tried to change the subject again.
Marty made a face. “Interviewing a bunch of upstarts who want to be undercover. Why the hell they'd want to give up their nice clean lives to go play at being the scum of the earth is beyond me.”
“Anyone good?” There had been a couple of open positions in the division for a while now and everyone was starting to lose hope they'd ever get filled, despite the near constant inflow of candidates.
Marty hemmed and hawed a bit before answering. “Yeah. A girl. A woman,” he corrected at Ty's raised brows. “Looks like a girl though, barely sixteen. Would be perfect for the high school scene.”
“How old is she, really?” Ty asked, curious. The cops who could go undercover as high school kids always sort of fascinated him. By the time he'd come into law enforcement he knew he wore a weary, wary, and jaded look. He couldn't remember ever looking as young as the kids in school these days.
“Twenty-three,” Marty replied. Ty wasn't sure of the reason for the disgust he heard in Marty's voice. Marty had a whole host of things he believed justified his aversion to almost everything. Thank god most of them were about as superficial as Marty's feelings. At heart, he was a good guy, just hard to get used to.
“On that note, I'm out of here,” Ty said, rising from his seat.
Marty roused. “Going to see the filly?”
“Nope, going rock climbing. See you tomorrow,” Ty called over his shoulder.
Marty grumbled as Ty headed out the door, “You young ‘uns have no respect.”
* * *
Dani lay crosswise on the bed and thumbed through a stack of grisly photos. A man shot execution style the subject of all but a few of them. “He's involved, Drew. I know it.”
Drew cast her a look before returning to the suitcase he was unpacking. “Maybe,” he said.
“Not maybe, Drew. I know it.”
“I'm glad you know it. I think I'll wait for more evidence,” he replied, turning to the closet to hang a suit.
“Sarcasm does not become you, Andrew,” she grinned up at him.
He rolled his eyes. “Yes, mother,” he drawled. Dani smiled to herself, she was nothing like his mother.
She turned her head and looked out the window, it wasn't dark yet, but it would be in a few hours. The team had spent most of the afternoon looking into Smythe and his family. Adam still was. But Dani was taking a few minutes to catch up with Drew and try her hand, yet again, at convincing him that the man she was looking for was involved in this case.
She opened her mouth to say something else, then closed it, cocking her head to the sound of footsteps on the stairs.
“Come in,” Drew called after a sharp knock echoed in the room. The door opened and Ty stood in the doorway.
Dani's eyes, of their own free will, swept over him in an appreciative glance. Until she looked at his face. His eyes darted from her, fully clothed, but lounging on the bed, to Drew, also fully clothed, but in different clothes than he'd worn earlier.
“Sir,” he said to Drew holding out a file.
“What's this?” Drew said, taking it from Ty.
“Getz's underwater security system. Or a part of it anyway,” Ty answered.
Drew's brow shot up as he flipped the folder open and perused the pages. Dani didn't often see Drew impressed, but he was impressed now.
“Good work, Detective,” he said, handing the folder to Dani