Harm meandered into the break room, whistling, when he saw something that made him stop short. “Are you two eating from the value menu?”

Mac and Jennifer nodded begrudgingly. “It’s all Cresswell’s fault,” Mac muttered.

“How is it…” Harm began, then realization dawned. “Let me guess – a little quick with the plastic down in Key West?”

“My MasterCard bill tripled,” Jen moaned.

“Was it worth it?”

Staring into space, Mac intoned, “Sandcastle-shaped lamp, sixty dollars. Two new skirts, ninety dollars. Spending two January weeks in Key West…”

She and Jen’s gazes met, remembering warm temperatures and tanned male personnel. “Priceless.”

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