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attention back to the small stuffy office and the near physical touch of Officer Halloran's glare from the corner where she'd retreated. "When the mayor first called me about you, McCall, I have to admit I figured you for a pain in the posterior." He silenced the snort of derision from Officer Halloran with a mere narrowing of his eyes toward the corner before he continued. "I was wrong. You've turned into a neat solution to today's problem." |
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"Oh, oh," Officer Halloran muttered under her breath. |
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"Captain?" Chris asked, uncertain how to respond to the undercurrents in the room. |
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"Meet today's problem, McCall. As I'm sure you've figured out for yourself, this is Officer D.J. Halloran, recently involved in the shooting of a minor, now on mandatory suspension, and assigned to help you with your project." |
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"No, sir." Officer Halloran took a step out of her corner, hands clenched into fists, prepared to go five rounds with a contender. "Not me. I'm not taking some civilian with a cop fetish on a tour of the city. If I'm suspended, then I'm going home. I can work on our gang problem from there. I'm going to take apart that neighborhood inch by inch. The kid got that gun from someone, and I'm gonna find out who. Whoever's behind the guns is the one behind all the problems we're having around here." |
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"No one in that neighborhood will talk to you," the captain said. "You shot one of their kids. Let Lou handle it." |
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"No!" There was more emotion in that one word than Chris had heard her utter all morning. She |
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