"Besides, I'm the one who should be paying."
Even setting aside his status as a Peyton, he was the Captain of the Major Crimes unit. He wasn't about to let someone else foot the bill for his guys when he could easily expense it to the department.
He could submit the receipt.
There was no way he was letting a forensic medical examiner cover it.
"I'll give it to you when we get inside."
Realizing it was pointless to argue, Nora dropped the subject.
She knew him too well. If she fought him on this, she'd inevitably lose.
Why waste her breath?
"Good."
Nathan shot her a charming, triumphant look, emphasizing his point. "Don't forget."
Nora sighed and rolled her eyes.
"I don't have amnesia. Relax."
Nathan fired back smoothly, "I'm not worried about your memory. I'm worried you'll 'forget' on purpose just to prove a point."
Nora didn't even have the energy to retort.
Did she really look like some kind of bleeding-heart pushover to him?
She wasn't that financially irresponsible.
With the great debate over a diner receipt finally settled.
Nora returned to her desk to organize her preliminary findings. Once the rest of the task force trickled back in, she followed them into the main conference room.
It was obvious Nathan hadn't slept a wink. He was sitting in front of his monitors, a headset on, deep in a rapid-fire typing session with someone.
Nora didn't interrupt him, simply grabbing an empty chair as the rest of the detectives began debriefing the grim realities of the dismemberment case.
"That buffet is a total circus."
"Honestly, I'm starting to wonder if this entire psycho display is just a massive smokescreen orchestrated by the owner."
Curious, Nora leaned forward. "What kind of history does the restaurant have?"
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