Two black and white cruisers followed behind the two detectives to the Sawyer residence at 634 W 87th Street.
"Boy, I wouldn't mind living in this neighborhood," Jessie said when they pulled up in front of the mansion. "We're obviously in the wrong field."
"That's for sure."
"How about we pool our money together and go into the car dealership business?" Jess suggested.
Zach laughed. "I might have enough to get a chop shop going, but that's about it." He turned to Jessie. "Hey, does that mean you and me are a thing?"
"Not a chance, hotshot. We aren't anything."
"Are you saying the other night was just a try-out?"
"No. The other night was a mistake." There. It was out. She'd finally said it.
"Yeah, I guess I have to agree with you," Zach said, smiling to himself. He liked giving her
