<span style="font-family: 'Book Antiqua'"><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#99ff99">"Hope for the best and plan for the worst, as my Pops says," Val said with a grin.  The ground transport pulled up in front of his favorite eatery, and Val opened the door for Siv.  It would probably have been smarter to take the omega somewhere else, but Val didn't think Alex would ever follow him here... or that he'd suspect Val of plotting against him, even if his partner did see him with the omega prostitute.  Alex would be more likely to assume that Val was seducing the omega than building a criminal case.<br/>
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The detective hustled the Shaxi into the restaurant much like he'd hustled him into the vehicle, and soon they were sitting in a quiet corner booth.  The waitress -- a bland looking beta -- approached with menus.  "The usual, Val?"  The alpha nodded.  "Bacon cheeseburger with fries and a vanilla shake, then.  And for you, hon?"  She directed the question at Siv, pen poised above a small notepad.  </span></span>