Screwing up his eyes, Carlton winces internally. That needs nipping in the bud, before it sticks, before other people start to pick it up and the whole station goes to hell in a disrespecting hand basket.

"It's Lassiter." He wags his finger once before dropping his hand. "Detective Lassiter. And I'm onto your game. I know you have a source, and I'm going to find it, and then you're going where you belong."