"Lawrence, you've come so early. Have you brought me some good news?"
Dean winced as he sat up.
With a guilty expression, Lawrence said, "Buddy, we've locked down Kaz's real identity, but as for the credit, well..."
"Sorry, Detective Lawrence, I'm short on time. Can you leave now?" the man behind Lawrence interrupted.
"F**k you," Lawrence, clearly annoyed, flipped the man the middle finger before turning to Dean. "Buddy, call me if you need anything; I'll be right outside!"
After saying his piece, he walked out of the room with a sullen expression.
This was a clear signal. This sulky man in sunglasses and a suit, here so early in the morning, had to be from a department with more clout than the Robbery and Homicide Division. Otherwise, Lawrence, with his explosive temper, wouldn't have backed down so easily.
