His day usually entailed murder and drugs, not some missing person.

This is the last place I want to be.

As soon as he finished that thought, he saw them; those long legs coming toward him.

How could he forget? They’d been wrapped around his neck the night before.

He swallowed hard. His eyes traveled to meet those Mediterranean blues.

Riley could tell by the astonished look in her eyes, she was just as shocked as he. An introduction wasn’t necessary but she remained professional and awaited one.

“Detective Riley Briggs, welcome to the thirty-seventh precinct.”

Lieutenant Mark Fields introduced himself with a hand-shake then turned to the beautiful woman beside him. “This is Lieutenant Basia Lis from Forensics. She’s consulting on a case.”

If he’d still been in homicide, their paths would have crossed. But being undercover with the drug task force he no longer stayed on a scene long enough for the CSI to arrive. Then again, if their paths had crossed; he wouldn’t have had the pleasure of her in his bed. Riley didn’t mix business with pleasure. For the reason he didn’t like to see any woman twice.

Basia stepped forward and extended her hand.

“Detective”

She smiled differently than she had earlier that morning.

Then again she wasn’t wearing any clothes. Riley shook her hand.

“Lieutenant”