Poushinsky had arched an eyebrow when Amy asked him to drive to Bartow. As neurotic as it made her seem, she usually did all the driving because she hated putting her fate in the hands of another driver. Thankfully, Poushinsky didn’t interrogate her about her uncharacteristic behavior, for which Amy was profoundly grateful. Just thinking about the reason, and the fact that it had to do with Beckett, made her cranky as hell. Within hours of meeting Alex Poushinsky, she’d concluded that the laid-back detective had a fine brain. Despite his almost sleepwalking demeanor, there was a raw intensity under the surface that he’d let loose only once since they’d been teamed up. But it had been enough to see that he wasn’t the lightweight some of the detectives had initially taken him for. But when it came to Luke Beckett, Poushinsky disappeared into some virtual phone booth and came out in full jock mode. And Mr. Baseball lapped it up big time.
