"Well," I said, trying for cheerful as my boyfriend's face settled into the familiar scowl he wore when I came into close proximity of a dead body, "at least I wasn't the one who found it this time, right?"

Crew didn't comment, instead focusing, it seemed, on breathing slowly and patiently, bless him. "Tell me everything," he said, that graveled depth of tone just as familiar, though I had to admit I found it sexier than usual, rather than irritating like I used to. He ...