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away from Chicago not to compete with their gangs and cause a war. The individual we're after has started to put some kids with no scruples onto some bad, bad business.'' |
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Chris watched her face while she talked. He had no doubt she would find the culprit and make Lakeview safe once more for people to walk the streets. But he knew how precarious and delusional safety could be. "What if someone asked you to give up your job?" |
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She blinked at the change in subject. "Why would anyone ask me to do that?" |
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"I don't know. Maybe if they loved you, they'd be worried about you." |
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D.J. laughed and chose another breadstick. "If they loved me, they'd understand me. My job is my life. Without it I'm nothing. No one." |
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"Did your job come between you and your husband?" |
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Her gaze narrowed. "Let's get one thing straight right now: I don't discuss my pastespecially my ex-husband. Not with you. Not with anyone." |
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He'd hit a nerve. Interesting; the good officer had secrets in her past. Secrets he wanted to uncover. Secrets that would, in all likelihood, reveal what made Officer Ice so icy. |
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"Doesn't look to me like you're on very good terms with your family, McCall. From what I saw, your brother hates your guts." |
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He opened his mouth to give her some of his own ground rules on questions about his past, then decided not to. He would never uncover her secrets if he didn't share some of his own. "Kirk isn't my |
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