Creegan smirked at Shawn's assessment of their new found quasi-friendship. "I dunno if they serve jerk chicken but they do have burgers and fries."
He waited for Shawn to get out of the way before turning and locking the door behind them. The detective patted his jacket, feeling his gun securely in the shoulder holster- good. "I wouldn't have thought you to be a vodka man," Creegan commented as he led the way down the set of stairs that took them to street level.