Chapter Thirty-Five
Erik leaned against the breakroom counter and took a bite of his beignet as he watched Jia. She was doing a passable job of pantomiming some of the more spectacular plays from the match as she discussed it with Halil.
The other detective shook his head, looking disappointed. “You know, I was totally going to at least watch that match at home,” he replied in his rich, deep bass. “I missed out. The Sharks usually don’t play that well against the Dragons.”
“You did miss out,” Jia insisted. “It was exhilarating. I’ve put together a statistical analysis of the Dragons’ starting line, and I’m surprised by some of their choices.”
Halil laughed. “Oh, you’re one of those fans.”
Jia huffed. “Nothing wrong with applying math to sports.”
“Not saying there is, Jia. Just rememb
