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There was a silent conversation between Nikolai and Medlin.It ended with Nikolai slumping his shoulders and grumbling about not liking this.It was fine.Frode only needed to touch one more rug.One more, and hopefully, he'd be able to figure out what it was that was bothering him.

"No orgasms."Nikolai's growly whisper near his ear sent a tingle over him, and he grinned.

"It might not be too bad.Dubose said it looked better than the last one."

"Yeah, but she isn't the one who's worked on the rugs."

"True."But could they trust the one who had worked on the rugs?"Is it normal to only have one person working on an item?Are there no second opinions?Controls?"

Nikolai stared at him."I'm not sure how they work, but I think it's normal procedure."

"It's a lot of trust to put in one person."

Nikolai's gaze swept over his face, expression unreadable, but then he nodded."Okay.Let's do this, then we can hand the case over, and...if there is something...then we're not the ones pointing fingers at colleagues, the agents are.Which would be for the best since we'll have to keep working with the forensic team in the future."

Something rearranged itself in Frode's chest."You think it's what's making this feel wrong?"

"I don't have a clue, kitten.It's the little hints you drop that makes me think you don't trust Saylor--"

"I never said--"

"Because you don't want to believe it.It's a person you know."

"I wouldn't say I know him."But he'd seen Saylor's face many times.They'd had lunch together.

Elmore walked in, a messenger bag slung over his shoulder."Morning."

"Morning.Can you get rug number three for me."

Elmore blinked."Eh..."

Nikolai sighed."Frode wants to touch the rug from case number three, and two agents are coming after lunch to take over."

"Right."Elmore looked between them and sighed."Okay, let me call down to evidence.They'll be quick.I talked to them yesterday.Suspected we'd end up here."He grimaced but headed for his desk.

* * * *

Nikolai didn't like this.He watched as Frode placed a box of raisins to the side on the table in one of the interview rooms.He'd placed a trashcan next to his chair to have something to throw up in.

"Should we call Hjalmar?"Nikolai wanted Hjalmar here.He'd know what to do.

"No.He's missing way too much time at work for my sake, and Givens isn't pleased."

"I don't like this."

Frode gave him a soft smile, but Nikolai could tell he was nervous.

"Frode, honey."Nikolai put his hands on his shoulders and rested his chin on the top of Frode's head."You don't have to do this.The feds have more resources than we do.They'll catch him."

"Them."

"Right, them."How sure was he?

"I know you're worried, but I'll be fine."

"There are no guarantees."Ice curled around his bones.What if he wasn't okay at all?What if Nikolai had to call an ambulance and then explain to Hjalmar how he'd allowed this?

"I promise not to touch the final one.I'll do this one and then no more."