Oh thank fuck. For once in his life, Zeke made the right decision, trusted the right person, and all he has to do is let her call him a cop and talk about who has the hottest bones.

God he should really figure out how to be normal with people.

"Ahhh, and now I don't need a warrant to search your room." Zeke pops a cigarette in his mouth and heads for the egg chair and window, feeling almost at home in this grungy room. "Shoulda waited until after I told you who's got the hot bones."