Hearing about eating fish, the corners of Dean's mouth curled upward. It was a code between them, meaning something was stirring in the Narcotics Division.
"Got it, I'm coming over now."
He hung up the phone.
Dean stood up and stretched. Looking at the curious Daisy, he chuckled. "A friend invited me for grilled river fish. Want to come?"
"The kind with lots of bones?"
"Yes, lots of sharp bones. You have to be careful when you eat, but it's delicious," Dean said offhandedly.
He wasn't wrong. An internal criminal case within a division was indeed delicious.
Upon hearing this, Daisy looked hesitant. Cutlery wasn't very effective for dealing with fish bones, so even though she was tempted by food, she couldn't bring herself to like this particular dish.
Thus, she chose to decline.
In the precinct parking lot, Dean looked at his shining, freshly washed armored Hummer and nodded with satisfaction.
