Pulling out a sandwich (really, Diva?), Gene took a bite, chewing thoughtfully. "Not the lifestyle for a copper, luv," he offered. "That's for fops and poofs and the scum who try and run my streets. A good copper don't need any of that and Tyler's the best there is."

He frowned at her question, polishing off the sandwich and taking another swig. "Only that I didn't have another clip. What you did deserved more than I gave and you know it." Gene looked her over, imperious and silent a moment. "Did you even feel it?"