CJ discovered he really wasn’t that hungry. In fact, he managed to get flustered. The preppy attorney was out of his element in this place and he found himself looking to Logan and Noah for cues. It was supposed to be what he did. He swallowed difficultly as he stripper came out. He’d never been to a strip club and he’d take holy shit at City Hall if he was ever found in one.<br/><br/>Noah seemed to take the place in stride, cracking a simple joke to lighten the mood. CJ’s eyes could only widen. When the track-marked waitress returned and set their drinks down CJ didn’t have the courage to hand the glass back. First, the previous users of the glass still left their marks. There were errant finger marks and even lipstick residue. Second, something was floating in the water…something besides the lemon.<br/><br/>When the food was brought to the table, a salad was set in front of him. Salad. CJ nearly laughed. It was a half a head of iceberg lettuce, some boxed croutons, tomato wedge, slice of cucumber, and a plastic cup of ranch dressing. They offered ranch and French.<br/><br/>Looking over at Logan’s burger, CJ’s stomach growled. He bit his bottom lip. The greasy hamburger, food’s equivalent of a loaded gun, looked amazing. He watched as Logan grabbed it, opened his mouth and took a huge bite. It was surprisingly the sexiest thing CJ had seen all day.<br/><br/>CJ grabbed his fork, bending one of the tines back, and forked the lettuce. He opened his mouth and took a bite. Eh…it was a side salad. Logan brought the conversation back to the case. He was the last person CJ thought would bring the conversation back. “Well there are a few obvious people and unlike those shows like CSI and Law & Order, the obvious is usually the right answer. The nurse, ex-wife…they all had a little motive.” CJ said as he noticed Logan stealing glances occasionally at the stripper. The attorney didn’t like that feeling. He couldn’t tell if it was Logan stealing glances at the stripper or that he wanted the glances.<br/><br/>CJ finally brought up the courage to grab his glass. He looked around the rim for the safest place, ran his thumb and finger over it and took a drink. Yep…right from the ocean. The lemon was most likely coated with salmonella. CJ was sure he’d die during lunch “I don’t recall getting any cases involving valerian in them. How did you know about this drug again?”<br/>