The Detective (Norcross Security #7)

Chapter Seven

H unt couldn’t dispute the fact that he liked seeing Savannah curled up in the guest chair in front of his desk.

The police station was in the Public Safety Building in the Mission District. It was a few years old, done in a modern style, with lots of glass and concrete. Unlike some of the other detectives, he kept his office sparse and his desk clean.

The only knickknack he had was a paperweight shaped like a police badge that Brynn had given him for his birthday one year. Outside, phones were ringing, and voices were raised in multiple conversations. There was always action around the detective offices.