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more of a welcoming mood.
“Sorry is inadequate,” Jin-Sang says. “You threatened Ms. Lee with a loaded weapon.”
“I never chambered a round.” FF yawns, showcasing a mouth full of yellow teeth. No wonder this guy is okay with living almost alone in the middle of nowhere. He’s repulsive.
“That is not significant.” Jin-Sang’s volume begins to build. “What is significant is that your tone is unacceptable and your mouth is in bad, bad shape.” If he only knew. “I am your superior. You do not speak at me with words like nuts and—”
I lean over and grab the receiver, muting Jin-Sang as the speaker cuts off. “Hey, Jin. It’s me,” I say. “You’re off speakerphone. I’m fine. Thanks for the positive ID.”
“What are you doing, Annabelle?” he snaps. “The road out to the docks is dangerous.”
“I live for danger.”
“This is not the time for jokes.” I can hear his V-shaped frown. “There are criminals on that road. Highwaymen who kidnap women and children.”
“They’d bring me back,” I say. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
Jin-Sang sighs, but doesn’t rush to agree with me, which makes me feel sort of bad. I’m not in the mood to give him shit right now, but old habits die hard, and I can tell my lousy attitude is winning me a point or two with Ferret Face.
Or maybe half a point. With the zombie eyes it’s hard to tell.
“I wanted to take a look around,” I say. “I’m thinking of applying for a transfer.”
“A transfer,” Jin repeats, like I’ve said I’m thinking about sprouting tusks and going to live with the wild boar.
His obvious lack of faith in my transferable potential makes the smart-ass come easier. “Yeah. I think I’m tired of scooping poop. But maybe I’ve just forgotten what worthwhile work it is. You know, since I’ve been suspended from my life’s calling for nearly a month and all.”
“Your suspension was necessary.” He’s starting to sound tired and cranky. Either the fear for my life has passed, or he’s remembering why he shouldn’t care if I get shot at close range. “The rules are the rules.”
“Maybe I like the rules for dock workers better.”
“Annabelle, this is not good to hear.” His response blows my mind. I thought he’d be thrilled to get me out of his hair. “We’ll discuss this when you return to work.”
“Why don’t we discuss it now?” I push. “Ferret Face thinks I’d make a great coworker. Don’t you Ferret Face?” I smile, a sarcastic twist of my lips that makes something in FF’s eyes come to life for the first time.
“Sure,” he smirks back. “Break up the sausagefest around here.”
Sausagefest, indeed. Maybe he’s not beyond the reach of feminine wiles.
“See.” I lean over and steal a piece of candy from his desk. “The Ferret is on board.”
“What are you talking at?” Jin-Sang asks.
“I think it’s pretty clear. I’m talking at a transfer to—”
“No. No, no, no. I can’t have discussions on this. I have instructions.”
What? I stop unwrapping my stolen butterscotch. “What kind of instructions?”
He pauses before stating, “My advisor told me not to have talks until you return to work.”
My feigned cool slips. “ What? ”
He sighs. “He sent paperwork on you last week.”
“What kind of paperwork?”
His sigh becomes a grunt. “I can’t tell you.”
“What the hell, Jin?” I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe this. What have I done? I’ve been a good little suspended agent. At least until I agreed to help with an illegal investigation. But there’s no way the people at Keesler knew about that last week. I didn’t even know about that last week. “This is total—”
“I can’t tell you that you will be drug tested on your first day back at work,” Jin says in a quiet voice that is, nevertheless, quite effective in shutting me up. “I also cannot tell you that the drug tests will continue every other week for
“Sorry is inadequate,” Jin-Sang says. “You threatened Ms. Lee with a loaded weapon.”
“I never chambered a round.” FF yawns, showcasing a mouth full of yellow teeth. No wonder this guy is okay with living almost alone in the middle of nowhere. He’s repulsive.
“That is not significant.” Jin-Sang’s volume begins to build. “What is significant is that your tone is unacceptable and your mouth is in bad, bad shape.” If he only knew. “I am your superior. You do not speak at me with words like nuts and—”
I lean over and grab the receiver, muting Jin-Sang as the speaker cuts off. “Hey, Jin. It’s me,” I say. “You’re off speakerphone. I’m fine. Thanks for the positive ID.”
“What are you doing, Annabelle?” he snaps. “The road out to the docks is dangerous.”
“I live for danger.”
“This is not the time for jokes.” I can hear his V-shaped frown. “There are criminals on that road. Highwaymen who kidnap women and children.”
“They’d bring me back,” I say. “I’m more trouble than I’m worth.”
Jin-Sang sighs, but doesn’t rush to agree with me, which makes me feel sort of bad. I’m not in the mood to give him shit right now, but old habits die hard, and I can tell my lousy attitude is winning me a point or two with Ferret Face.
Or maybe half a point. With the zombie eyes it’s hard to tell.
“I wanted to take a look around,” I say. “I’m thinking of applying for a transfer.”
“A transfer,” Jin repeats, like I’ve said I’m thinking about sprouting tusks and going to live with the wild boar.
His obvious lack of faith in my transferable potential makes the smart-ass come easier. “Yeah. I think I’m tired of scooping poop. But maybe I’ve just forgotten what worthwhile work it is. You know, since I’ve been suspended from my life’s calling for nearly a month and all.”
“Your suspension was necessary.” He’s starting to sound tired and cranky. Either the fear for my life has passed, or he’s remembering why he shouldn’t care if I get shot at close range. “The rules are the rules.”
“Maybe I like the rules for dock workers better.”
“Annabelle, this is not good to hear.” His response blows my mind. I thought he’d be thrilled to get me out of his hair. “We’ll discuss this when you return to work.”
“Why don’t we discuss it now?” I push. “Ferret Face thinks I’d make a great coworker. Don’t you Ferret Face?” I smile, a sarcastic twist of my lips that makes something in FF’s eyes come to life for the first time.
“Sure,” he smirks back. “Break up the sausagefest around here.”
Sausagefest, indeed. Maybe he’s not beyond the reach of feminine wiles.
“See.” I lean over and steal a piece of candy from his desk. “The Ferret is on board.”
“What are you talking at?” Jin-Sang asks.
“I think it’s pretty clear. I’m talking at a transfer to—”
“No. No, no, no. I can’t have discussions on this. I have instructions.”
What? I stop unwrapping my stolen butterscotch. “What kind of instructions?”
He pauses before stating, “My advisor told me not to have talks until you return to work.”
My feigned cool slips. “ What? ”
He sighs. “He sent paperwork on you last week.”
“What kind of paperwork?”
His sigh becomes a grunt. “I can’t tell you.”
“What the hell, Jin?” I can’t believe this. I can’t fucking believe this. What have I done? I’ve been a good little suspended agent. At least until I agreed to help with an illegal investigation. But there’s no way the people at Keesler knew about that last week. I didn’t even know about that last week. “This is total—”
“I can’t tell you that you will be drug tested on your first day back at work,” Jin says in a quiet voice that is, nevertheless, quite effective in shutting me up. “I also cannot tell you that the drug tests will continue every other week for
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