“Wyles!” Cunliffe called as Michael reappeared from the bathroom. He glanced over in query as he made his way towards his desk.
Cunliffe held up his office phone and waggled it in the air for a brief moment. “Romero is asking for you. Again.”
Michael quirked an eyebrow and ignored the surrounding snickers as he paced towards his desk and waited for his boss to transfer the line.
“Is this my favourite detective?”
Michael rolled his eyes and tried to fight the smile threatening to twitch his lips. “What do you want, Ezra?” he asked roughly, glaring at his colleagues as they grinned at him.
“Now there’s a loaded question,” Ezra purred. “What do I want from you?”
Michael furrowed his brows in confusion. “If you don’t know, why did you call me?”
There was a soft chuckle and Michael had a
