“You’re a gem, Celt,” Eden said into the phone. “Yeah. How is the patrol going?” “Just some cops here and there not doing their job, what else is new?” Celt laughed over the phone. “Oh, what’s this?” “What is it? Some hot chick?” “Na, boss.” Celt scoffed. “I wish it was but at this time of the day, there are either too many people or too little, to find a pretty woman is hard.” “Pretty, as in, they are not your tastes, right?” Eden asked, holding his shirt to his nose as the faint smell of vanilla filled his nose. His scent is still there! “Yeah. Why are there so many beautiful women out there, boss?” Celt complained, groaning. “I don’t think I ever will be able to settle down at this rate.” “Aren’t you annoying
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