Doakes slides into the car, cracking his neck as his eyes lock on the house down the street. Staying up for hours doing virtually nothing isn’t exactly his idea of a good time, but a stakeout beats paperwork any day. Besides, it reminds him of when he was fresh out of the academy, though he’d never admit it out loud.

He shoots a glance at Jeong, his voice clipped but not unfriendly. “You good? Got snacks? It’s gonna be a long night.”