be a problem, sir.”
“This SEAL the brother of Mia Guzman?” Kozinski asked.
“Yessir,” Gina and Sam said in unison.
“Wish the hell he’d butt out. You best get unfriendly with him in a hurry, Gina.”
“Easier said than done, sir.” She could feel Sam’s intense stare. She could smell his anger brewing.
“Well, then your cover will be blown, Gina. And that will be on you ,” her sergeant answered.
“Understood, sir.”
“Honestly, sir,” Sam began, “I think we should get another officer to do the detail. Gina has shown a total lack of objectivity.”
Gina’s blood boiled. Her few minutes of Heaven were being tarnished by an abusive ex-boyfriend who had about as much objectivity as a man dangling from a rope in a climbing accident.
“Sir, that was an unfair comment. Sam is the one who inserted himself and almost cost us the entire mission last night. He is the one who needs to be removed. He is jeopardizing all the efforts I’ve made so far.”
“Bullshit, Gina. You call it effort , screwing that SEAL—”
Sam’s voice carried into the bullpen. Several heads on the other side of the glass turned in their direction.
Kozinski muttered obscenities to the floor. “I’m going to have both your badges in about a minute. Jee-ZUS officers! Get a grip. I feel like I’m talking to a couple of kids who got in a fight on the playground in junior high.”
They both apologized. Gina worked hard not to smile. Victory was nearly in her grasp.
“If Sam stays on this case, then you won’t have to replace me. I quit.” Gina couldn’t believe she’d just said this. Her insides were cheering.
“I sure hope you know what the hell you’re doing, Gina.” Kozinski paused to look at Sam. “And I could say the same for you.”
Sam started to object and he suddenly faced the palm of the sergeant’s hand. “Save it. You’re off the case, Sam, except for working with the informants. You’ve done some damned good police work here. Let’s not screw with it, okay? I’m going to back Gina this time. You’re to physically stay out, unless otherwise requested.” Then he turned a wizened eye on Gina. “Young lady, you better not fuck this up.”
Sam left the office, without being granted permission, leaving the door open. Gina knew Kozinski was about as fair as they made them. He’d let Sam sulk off this time, but if there were a second time, Sam would get something that would show up in his file.
“I’m sorry, sir. You know we have a history, right? He doesn’t seem to want to let it be.” Gina felt perhaps the sergeant might have compassion for her under the circumstances.
She was wrong.
Kozinski had quietly closed the door to his office and stood, his hand on the doorknob. “Hell, Gina, the whole department knew about your torrid little romance. You honestly think I’m that dumb?”
“No, sir.”
“We’re all adults here. Takes two people to fuck each other’s brains out. You could have always said no.”
“But Sam was senior to me. At first I was worried—”
“God dammit, Gina. I wasn’t talking about Sam . I was talking about the SEAL.”
Armando and Kyle, LPO for Team 3, were waiting for Gunny to open the gym. The retired Gunnery Sergeant was getting slower and slower. He’d been the father confessor to all the young SEALs from Team 3, especially Kyle, the Team’s LPO, and his crew. Armando and Kyle had been inseparable all throughout the BUD/S training, and they’d deployed together three times.
Gunny had a hand in helping Kyle, Cooper and Fredo rescue Armando from the Mexican gang who had kidnapped him after abducting Mia. For this Armando would be eternally grateful.
Kyle had told him privately Gunny wasn’t in the best of health. He sported a scar going from his belly button to his neck where they’d opened him up and then stitched him closed. He’d refused further treatment for his lung cancer. Everyone knew the only reason the cancer wasn’t growing
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