Luke was late and it was Garrett’s day off, so the sheriff’s office was closed. About a dozen members of the press were camped outside the door anyway.Mike didn’t look happy.The warden of San Diego County’s Department of Fish and Game wasn’t one of Luke’s superiors, but he wasn’t someone Luke wanted to piss off, either. Groaning, he weaved through the media vans and parked as close to the building as possible, shouldering past photographers and reporters with a firm “No comment.”Christ. The autopsy report hadn’t even been released yet.Fumbling with his keys, he unlocked the front door, letting Mike and himself in before he locked the press out.“Nice uniform,” Mike said drolly.“Thanks,” Luke muttered, smoothing his hand down the front of his T-shirt. Both of his summer-weight uniforms were dirty, so he didn’t have much choice about the casual attire; one set smelled like smoke, the other stank of skunk.“I heard you and Shay ran into some trouble yesterday.”“From who?”“Clay Trujillo.”Luke had met Mike only once before, so he wasn’t sure how much information to reveal about the ongoing investigation.
