Chapitre 98: Chapter 98

　　“I would do him,” Shadow decided.

　　They both watched the black-haired PI drinking his coffee at a table on the other side of the room.

　　The PI was hot, Vixen agreed as she stirred her ice coffee with a spoon.

　　Whilst not as big physically as Shadow, who could have easily played football like his former-pro father but preferred the drums, and who often had to duck his head in doorways, the PI was still a large man, around six-foot, built lean, though his shoulders filled the leather jacket nicely, and she would bet he had nice arms – a man did not get that V shape without working out.

　　He had a fine arse on him too, displayed nicely by his habitual jeans, as both she and Shadow had reason to observe in tailing the man around over the last couple of weeks.