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is a chauvinistic idiot who has managed to get ahead only
because he is his father’s son. We both know he is useless and that’s why he
has never been in charge of a case on his own. And now you want to assign him
to me ?”
Rob knew that Sharon was right,
but he had to mediate between the pressures from above and what was going on in
the field. And, unfortunately, the sexist idiot’s father had been the deputy
commissioner for years. But that wasn’t something he was about to share with a
subordinate.
“If you don’t want this case to
be reassigned to someone else . . .” Rob stressed slowly, “you’ll have to learn
to restrain yourself. You can’t just do whatever you want. From now on you need
to answer to me and get my approval for every single move you plan to make. And
no more shenanigans.”
Anyone else would have heard in
those words a warning or a reprimand, but Sharon identified the final lifeline
her boss had tossed her.
“Thanks, Rob,” she said quietly,
almost whispering.
“And that means that your special
interest in the editor, who is also the commissioner’s friend, ends now.”
“That’s impossible,” Sharon
stated.
“For God’s sake, I’m an inch away
from the point where this case is taken off my hands, and that means your hands
as well. We both know there’s no way Kelly Danes is a legitimate murder
suspect, so just look for another way to find the information that you thought
you could get from her.”
As highly as he valued Sharon,
Rob found it extremely difficult to understand how she could have connected the
respectable editor to the heinous series of murders.
Sharon couldn’t give up so
easily; she decided to present her findings to Rob. She couldn’t keep on doing
this alone.
“Okay, but first, I want to
explain to you why we should keep investigating Miss Danes.”
“I didn’t think otherwise. Be in
my office in two minutes on the dot.”
The truth was he had already
begun to wonder what this whole thing was about. Sharon was too professional to
make false accusations. He was intrigued.
CHAPTER 11
T his woman
absolutely intrigued him.
Andy was sitting in the passenger
seat with the road map spread across his knees, just in case the GPS system
stopped working due to reception difficulties in the remote area. They were
getting closer to their destination, and Andy had moved to the front of the car
in order to direct the driver exactly where he wanted to go. Now he had to look
at the road and concentrate on the route, though he would have preferred
returning to the back seat, where Gloria sat, her laughter echoing in the
background.
A smile crept to his face as he
remembered their first kiss in the gas station’s minimart. He still wondered
why Gloria had lingered in front of the chocolate bars without buying anything,
but he was glad she had. In any case, he thought to himself, she could not have
found anything sweeter than the taste of her lips.
The famous model remained an
enigma in his eyes. Andy had always been attracted to mysterious women, but
Gloria was in a league of her own. For years she had been, due to her
profession, flaunted in public, but hadn’t actually revealed anything. The
media, like a hungry vulture, had tried sinking its claws into her, but she
refused to surrender.
He had noticed that even now,
when they were so far away from all the commotion, somewhere in the wilds of
New Zealand, she did not let her guard down. Force of habit, he guessed. He,
too, would probably have longed for his privacy if he were confronted by the
flash of paparazzi cameras every time he left his front door.
Andy held a renewed appreciation
for Gloria for having to endure his presence. She was constantly surrounded by
photographers, whether at work, where they demanded her to pose for them, or
outside of work, where she was chased by them relentlessly as they hoped to
catch a photo worthy of the next tabloid cover. One might say they belonged
because he is his father’s son. We both know he is useless and that’s why he
has never been in charge of a case on his own. And now you want to assign him
to me ?”
Rob knew that Sharon was right,
but he had to mediate between the pressures from above and what was going on in
the field. And, unfortunately, the sexist idiot’s father had been the deputy
commissioner for years. But that wasn’t something he was about to share with a
subordinate.
“If you don’t want this case to
be reassigned to someone else . . .” Rob stressed slowly, “you’ll have to learn
to restrain yourself. You can’t just do whatever you want. From now on you need
to answer to me and get my approval for every single move you plan to make. And
no more shenanigans.”
Anyone else would have heard in
those words a warning or a reprimand, but Sharon identified the final lifeline
her boss had tossed her.
“Thanks, Rob,” she said quietly,
almost whispering.
“And that means that your special
interest in the editor, who is also the commissioner’s friend, ends now.”
“That’s impossible,” Sharon
stated.
“For God’s sake, I’m an inch away
from the point where this case is taken off my hands, and that means your hands
as well. We both know there’s no way Kelly Danes is a legitimate murder
suspect, so just look for another way to find the information that you thought
you could get from her.”
As highly as he valued Sharon,
Rob found it extremely difficult to understand how she could have connected the
respectable editor to the heinous series of murders.
Sharon couldn’t give up so
easily; she decided to present her findings to Rob. She couldn’t keep on doing
this alone.
“Okay, but first, I want to
explain to you why we should keep investigating Miss Danes.”
“I didn’t think otherwise. Be in
my office in two minutes on the dot.”
The truth was he had already
begun to wonder what this whole thing was about. Sharon was too professional to
make false accusations. He was intrigued.
CHAPTER 11
T his woman
absolutely intrigued him.
Andy was sitting in the passenger
seat with the road map spread across his knees, just in case the GPS system
stopped working due to reception difficulties in the remote area. They were
getting closer to their destination, and Andy had moved to the front of the car
in order to direct the driver exactly where he wanted to go. Now he had to look
at the road and concentrate on the route, though he would have preferred
returning to the back seat, where Gloria sat, her laughter echoing in the
background.
A smile crept to his face as he
remembered their first kiss in the gas station’s minimart. He still wondered
why Gloria had lingered in front of the chocolate bars without buying anything,
but he was glad she had. In any case, he thought to himself, she could not have
found anything sweeter than the taste of her lips.
The famous model remained an
enigma in his eyes. Andy had always been attracted to mysterious women, but
Gloria was in a league of her own. For years she had been, due to her
profession, flaunted in public, but hadn’t actually revealed anything. The
media, like a hungry vulture, had tried sinking its claws into her, but she
refused to surrender.
He had noticed that even now,
when they were so far away from all the commotion, somewhere in the wilds of
New Zealand, she did not let her guard down. Force of habit, he guessed. He,
too, would probably have longed for his privacy if he were confronted by the
flash of paparazzi cameras every time he left his front door.
Andy held a renewed appreciation
for Gloria for having to endure his presence. She was constantly surrounded by
photographers, whether at work, where they demanded her to pose for them, or
outside of work, where she was chased by them relentlessly as they hoped to
catch a photo worthy of the next tabloid cover. One might say they belonged
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