The Murder That Never Was: a Forensic Instincts Novel
“Marc preferred classic rock like Whitesnake. Ryan preferred hard rock like Nickelback. If SiriusXM were tracking their station changes, the company would be afraid the satellite signal would crash, and they’d automatically terminate the account.
“I’m the one at the wheel; I should have final say,” Marc pointed out.
“Well, I’m the one doing the technical research…” Ryan held up his laptop. “So I need the right inspiration.”
“Fine.” Marc turned the dial once more and was happy to hear Bon Jovi playing. “Good compromise?”
“I can live with it. On a prayer.” Ryan grinned at his own cleverness.
Marc rolled his eyes. “Done.” Happy to be finished with this bullshit battle, he turned the radio down a notch and switched his attention to the mission ahead of them.
“I’m clear on my role once we get to Chicago, but how is Otter supposed to tell us the necessary information about cell phone calls?”
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