“Brilliant,” Darcy breathed, and I could hear the fierce, proud grin in her voice.

“Oh, that is brilliant.

Sloan, do you understand what you just handed me?

You didn’t record a bad night.

You recorded a domestic abuse case, complete, on the record, in his own voice.

Now — find an excuse to get out of that condo in the morning, and come straight to my penthouse, and do not, under any circumstances, actually cook anything.”