Harper laughed as Reid’s face turned bright red. “I swear, Lieutenant…I didn’t know.”

Lieutenant Mize turned his attention to her. “And what’s got you so jovial?”

“I’m always jovial.”

“Yeah…in what universe?”

She shrugged. No, she wasn’t normally jovial, especially with Lieutenant Mize. The man rarely cracked a smile. “Well, you know, I’m trying to chill out.”

“So the anger management class has helped, huh? Good. Keep that in mind when I give you your new assignment.”

“New assignment? We’ve got a serial rapist. Springer and I—”

“Springer’s got a serial rapist. You’ve got an actress.”

She frowned. “An actress?”

He tossed a file on his desk. “Orders from the top, Detective. Danielle Stevens is going to shadow you for a week or so.”

Reid’s eyes widened. “Danielle Stevens? Oh, my God! She’s going to be here? In our squad?”

“Looks like it.”

Harper narrowed her eyes. “Who…is Danielle Stevens?”

They both looked at her as if she’d grown a second head. “Come on, Harper,” Reid said. “The Cruise? The Manhattan Dance?”

“Blond…sea-green eyes,” the lieutenant added wistfully, his mouth almost lifting in a smile. “Beautiful. She’s like a combination of Jennifer Aniston, Meg Ryan, and Sandra Bullock. Beautiful, smart, sexy, lovable.”

“No offense, Lieutenant, but you’re showing your age with those comparisons.”

She stared at both of them and shook her head. “No. I’m not doing it. Find someone else.”

“I’ll do it! I’ll do it!” Reid said quickly, raising his hand and practically dancing in front of Lieutenant Mize.

“Sit down, both of you,” he said. “Detective Jeremiah, you’ve been selected. You don’t have a choice.”

“What do you mean I don’t have a choice?”

“It means exactly what I said.” He motioned to the chair. “Sit down. Apparently they’re going to shoot a movie here. We’ll get some exposure, some of our officers will get to be extras—whatever the hell that is—and it’ll give us a chance for a little community outreach and some positive PR for once.”

She leaned forward in her chair. “So you’re saying that catching a serial rapist, one who’s been terrorizing our citizens for six months now, is taking a backseat to some goddamn Hollywood actress? Yeah…that’s good for our community outreach. What idiot decided that?”

He stared at her, that same cool expression on his face that she’d seen for the last year. “Calm down, Detective. Most people would jump at this chance.”

“I’m not most people. This is a goddamn waste of my time.”

He took his glasses off and tossed them on his desk. “I swear, Harper…every day you remind me more and more of Tori Hunter. It’s uncanny, really.” He picked up his glasses again. “And that’s not really a compliment.”

“So you keep saying.”