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appeared to take their order her voice was once again as cool as a December wind. |
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"How do you do that?" Chris asked once the waiter had gone. |
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"What?" D.J. raised an auburn brow in question. |
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"Turn everything off. One minute you're angry; the next you're the ice princess. It's like you have a switch inside you marked 'emotionon/off.'" |
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"Why don't you ask yourself that question? You did the same thing when I asked you a question. I assume your reasons are identical to mine. As you said yourself, some things are private. My emotions, or lack of them, are my business." |
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"I didn't say you lacked emotion. You've definitely got a whole lot of anger." |
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D.J. took a sip of her ice water. "I'm working on that." |
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"Emotions just get in the way of my doing my job. They inhibit decision-making and slow down reaction time." |
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"You sound like a textbook. Didn't anyone ever tell you there's a difference between your work and your private life?" |
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D.J. stopped in the act of reaching for a breadstick. She withdrew her hand and put it back into her lap before fixing Chris with a cold stare. "Officers who bring personal problems to the job end up dead. I've seen the truth of that on the streets and on the news. My private life, however, is not subject to discussion. I said I'd come here to answer questions for your book. Let's get on with it." |
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"That is one of my questions. How do you sepa- |
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