"That guy?" Brian looked at the detective sipping his lukewarm beverage. "Yeah."

It took all of ten seconds for him to get goose bumps from the sharp bite of winter air. He buried his hands in his jeans, the slight tug stretching them down a bit. "Listen, if you're out of gas, I can give you a ride to the station. Or he can. Unlike me, he has a badge."

He shook the hair back from his forehead. "It's Brian, by the way."