<div class="floatright">(http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g323/shmband/langlois_2206264b_zpsb6mppd1l.jpg)</div>Drew smirked and nodded.<br/><br/>"My apologies," he said, "when you mentioned a 'bikini clad victim' I thought you were suggesting an<em>assassination</em>target.  But of course not, it seems a little cold to strike someone down in their swimwear.  Even for the FBI."<br/><br/>Of course this didn't make things any less strange.  He was tagging along for a murder investigation.  A much juicier scoop than an accounts audit, that was for sure.  This could turn out to be a ripe opportunity after all.<br/><br/>When the car stopped and the agents in the front got out, Drew opened his door and hopped out before he could be told to 'stay put'.  No doubt sooner or later he'd hit a wall where he was told that anything more was 'classified' or that for another reason he could proceed no further, but for now he was more than willing to press his luck.<br/><br/>"So you two been partners for a long time then, I'm guessing?" he said, referring to Delacroix and Dominguez.  "Road trips to the beach feature heavily in that history?  With the amount of travelling you guys have to do I wonder if 'going horndog' as Steven's so elloquently put it is a professional hazard?"