He was clad in deep ebony slacks that skated gracefully over narrow hips and tight, hardened thighs, then down his well-shaped calves, stopping a hush from the tops of his equally somber shoes. A shock of extremely dark hair fell to his shoulders in a spiral of loose curls. Broad shoulders stretched his suit jacket taut across the luscious expanse of his frame. A slim, petite brunette strutted past him, tripped and tumbled across the sidewalk, before coming to a stop a few feet from him. He smirked at her, but the expression wasn’t cruel.“Caught another one, eh, Stevens?” Avery Lamont asked between chuckles. “Damn girl couldn’t stop starin’ at you. You act like some fashion model instead of a cop.”Well, hell, Hal guessed he was looking at Avery, because Avery still wore his deeply tinted shades. He acted like some damn rap star, sporting his sunglasses inside, outside and on cloudy days too, and he had an ego the size of Mount Everest to go with the shades. Hal been partnered with the younger man for nearly four years.“Where the hell is that informant?”
