Page 25 of In His Sights

Travers studied Lewis for a moment, his gaze glacial, before addressing all of them in a low voice. Gary admired his restraint. “I want you to acquaint Mr. Porter with the case. Give him access to anything he asks for.” Another glance at Lewis. “Did you arrange for items to be brought up from Evidence like I asked?” Lewis nodded. “Then I expect you to make those available to Mr. Porter.” He raised his eyebrows. “Seeing as you already know how he works.”

Gary bit back a smile.Score one to Travers.

“Anything?” Lewis’s voice held ill-concealed incredulity.

Travers regarded him with mild surprise. “That comes from the chief. Got something to say, Stevens?”

Lewis stuck out his chin. “No, sir.”

“Good, because at the risk of repeating myself, I want full cooperation.” He glanced at Mr. Porter. “Thank you again for agreeing to this.”

“Thank me when I’ve given you something solid to work on.”

Gary led him out of the office and through the noisy hallway to the squad room. He was aware of eyes following them as they passed coworkers, but thankfully there were no comments.Lewis has already made us look bad enough.

When they reached the desks, Mr. Porter scanned their surroundings. “Is there any coffee? I haven’t hit my caffeine level this morning.”

“I’ll get some,” Riley said with a smile. “How do you take it?”

“Black, please. No sugar.”

Riley headed out in search of caffeine.

Lewis leaned against Gary’s desk. “So this is what you do for a living?”

“I wouldn’t call it a living, exactly. It doesn’t pay well, but then again I don’t do it for the money. I do it to help people.” His voice was deeper than Gary had expected.

“You got another job, then?”

“No.”

Gary was no expert on body language, but even he knew what hands almost curling into fists meant. Mr. Porter pressed his lips together, his face contorted in a pained expression.

Is Lewis that blind? Porter doesnotwant to talk about this.

“Even psychics have to buy groceries and pay rent,” Lewis said with a shrug. “Not to mention buy clothes.” He did a slow up and down glance.

“I don’t do it for the money, because I don’tneedthe money, okay?” Mr. Porter clenched his jaw.

If Lewis had tried to hide his sneer, he’d failed miserably. “Rich kid, huh? Mommy and Daddy have lots of cash?” He lowered his gaze to Mr. Porter’s hands. “I bet you’ve never done a hard day’s work in your life.”

Mr. Porter gave a wry chuckle. “Oh my God, I feel as if I’m in a scene fromJaws.” His eyes held amusement. “You’d be perfect as Quint.”

“Okay, that’s enough.” Gary glared at Lewis. “What is your problem? We’re supposed to be working with Mr. Porter, not alienating him right from the start.”

“Call me Dan.” He smiled, his bland expression gone, and in its place, dimples and sparkling eyes. With that smile? It was a handsome face. Then the light in his eyes faded as he regarded Lewis. He folded his arms. “I don’t have to be psychic to see you have an issue with wealth.”

Lewis’s eyes bulged. “I don’t have anissue. But some of us got where we are because of hard work. No one ever handedmeanything on a silver platter.”

Dan’s lips twitched. “Can’t say I’ve ever seen a silver platter.” He glanced at the desks. “Is this where you work from?” he asked Gary.

“We’re using a closet as our base for this case.”

Dan’s eyes twinkled. “Closet? Kinda apt, given the victims are all gay.”

“How do you know that?” Lewis demanded. “Did your spidey sense tell you?”

Gary knew Lewis could be an asshole sometimes, but his behavior since Dan’s arrival had reached new levels of assholery.What the fuck is he playing at?

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