He'd barely known her 15 minutes, but in that first sentence, Axel had gotten her in one. For all the griping she did about being out in the field, the detective was all but lost without her work, and she knew it--not that she'd ever admit to it, so for now, she just grunted in reply, curling her upper lip ever so slightly.
And, she'd gotten the joke before he'd even let on--a keen observer, Louise didn't buy it for a minute. No way was this fast talker and overly cheery shipmate a CIA operative. Or an assassin. Or Jason Bourne. When the affluent younger man mentioned data-mining, it earned him a knowing smirk and a bit of a chuckle.
"You've certainly got the people skills to be a wheeler-dealer," she quipped glibly, smiling wryly. "Doesn't surprise me in the least, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr...erm, Axel."
At his second line of questioning, Louise folded her arms and looked at him. "I'm going to make you guess. Shouldn't be too hard, though," she replied. "I don't look like a race car driver or stay-at-home mum, do I," she stated.
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And, she'd gotten the joke before he'd even let on--a keen observer, Louise didn't buy it for a minute. No way was this fast talker and overly cheery shipmate a CIA operative. Or an assassin. Or Jason Bourne. When the affluent younger man mentioned data-mining, it earned him a knowing smirk and a bit of a chuckle.
"You've certainly got the people skills to be a wheeler-dealer," she quipped glibly, smiling wryly. "Doesn't surprise me in the least, and it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr...erm, Axel."
At his second line of questioning, Louise folded her arms and looked at him. "I'm going to make you guess. Shouldn't be too hard, though," she replied. "I don't look like a race car driver or stay-at-home mum, do I," she stated.