“Yea,” Adam agreed. “Best stick to being a detective.”
He'd meant to answer his good friend, but Dalton stopped completely. Once again, he could
hear the creaking of wooden steps. It was a lot less deafening this time around, which usually
came from the steps of a client. Someone who wasn't familiar with the building, unlike Adam
Michaels, who seemed to march up the steps like a herd of buffalo fleeing a pack of burly ranch
hands