"Knock it off up there," Sam urged. "Come on, Cindy, cool it, will you?"Cindy glanced sourly at Sam, but did flounce back down in the seat. Her two sh...rt ponytails flicked as she tossed her head in aggravation. "Dick the Prick," she taunted. "Dick the Prick won't let me have another beer." Where we going?" Sam asked, trying to change the subject."I don't know," Dick said. "Since the cops clamped down on that fire road in the hills, where is there to go?" Darn cops," Judy grumbled, wrinkling her. After the first week I noticed a few of the guys were being just a little more friendly than the others. One in particular would wink at me every morning when we greeted. Everyone in the office was like one big family and greeted with a Hi, good morning or at least ask how you were doing. This one morning I was in the kitchen, the coffee pot was empty, so I started to make another pot when I noticed the coffee container was almost empty. I made up the pot of coffee I was working. We then decided it was time to retire to bed, as we got to the bedroom that Lindsey used when staying over she turned to kiss me but instead of kissing me on the cheek kissed me on the lips; that kiss seemed to ignite something in both of us. Our mouths opened and we pushed our tongues into one another’s mouth; hands began to wander.“God I want you” Lindsey breathed.We seemed to fall into the bedroom tearing at each other’s clothes and falling into bed; the hour was a blur of sucking, licking. They were linked together and, more importantly, all had the possibility of being linked to Michael Cornell. We needed to find out more about them. Information in the public domain was one thing but we needed the hidden stuff. I thought immediately of Bernie. If anyone would know how to get the dirt on someone, Bernie would; and if he didn't personally then I was willing to bet that he had the contacts.I called him and explained what I wanted."You're fishing in bloody deep waters, Mr Booth," he.