'You are a DCI, Gene. You're my DCI, and you're Sam's DCI, and you're the DCI for the next poor sod who comes along after we're gone.'

Now he's poked a hornet's nest, and her eyes flash as she leans closer to him.

'And outside of that, in spite of all that, we have something. What it is, I'm not sure, but I have a good idea and I think you do, too. If you want me to make the decision, I will, but I'd rather make it with you.'