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these creeps' civil rights or the statutes of this city. I want them behind bars so I don't have to continue living with you for the next decade." She turned and started down the road. When she sensed he wasn't following she stopped. "McCall," she shouted, her temper on the fringes of explosion, "let's go!" |
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He couldn't resist teasing her one more time. She liked to pretend she was always cool and unemotional, but he knew better. "Maybe I should stay and make sure they don't wake up and take off?" |
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"No way. No sir." Shaking her head, she walked back toward him until they stood toe to toe. Looking up into his face, her eyes snapped sparks. "You were lucky once, but I'm not leaving you out here to play Batman any more. You're coming with me. I don't want you out of my sight again until this is all settled." She glanced at the three men once more. "They look like they're out for the count. Now come on, McCall, or I'll use this gun on you." |
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"You're the professional," he said, and started down the hill. |
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She stood gaping at his sudden acquiescence but recovered her composure quickly and hurried to catch up with him. "Did they say anything to indicate why they wanted to kill you?" she asked, her shorter legs taking two steps to meet his one long stride. |
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Chris glanced at her. She had returned to her "tough cop" personacold voice, stiff manner, all business was D.J. He didn't have the heart to tell her she'd buttoned her blouse crooked, neglected to zip her jeans, and forgotten to put on any socks. He found the way her hair stuck straight up on one |
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