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He caught up to her at the back "Police Personnel Only" entrance to the station. "Officer?" |
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She paused with her hand poised against the glass door but did not turn around. |
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Chris sighed. She wasn't going to make this easy, or much fun. |
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"I realize you've had a traumatic night. We don't have to get started today. It's no problem if we wait until tomorrow." |
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She straightened, her hand falling away from the door to rest listlessly at her side. She turned and almost bumped into him. Chris took a quick step back. She looked up into his eyes, and her mouth quirked in the first flash of amusement he'd seen on her face. Not a real smile, but a start. Then, almost as though she realized she'd softened a bit and hated it, the mask of indifference she'd worn since he first saw her settled into place, killing any other expression that might have appeared there in its stead. |
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"Listen, Mr. McCall, I'm not a happy camper right now, and I'm not going to pretend I am. Not for you, not for the captain, and certainly not for your good buddy the mayor." |
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She spat the last word, leaving no doubt in Chris's mind that he'd erred in asking his father's oldest friend to intervene on his behalf with the Lakeview PD. But he hadn't allowed himself to be intimidated for a very long time, and he didn't intend to start today. He saw the desk sergeant, Colleen, no longer so busy, pretending not to listen to their conversation. She wasn't very good at pretending, so Chris kept his voice low, though his |
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