coming, but as she turned the restaurant’s front door opened. A pretty, professional-looking redhead walked in, laughing at something the man behind her said. Her companion came inside and looked up, seeing Aprille immediately. It was the devil himself.
Dez Dolos smiled in surprise from across the room and headed toward her. The redhead followed after him, asking where he was going. Dez slowed down, letting her stay close to him, but never making contact. Close, but still far enough away to not reveal that they were probably fucking in his office every night after it closed, Aprille thought. Same old game.
“I heard you were back,” Dez said. He turned to Reynaldo and thrust out his hand, “How you doing? Dez Dolos with the FBI. This is Wendy Lara, from the US Attorney’s Office.”
“Nice to meet you both,” Reynaldo said.
Aprille did not speak. She was looking at Wendy and Wendy was looking at her, both of them examining one another like spy satellites, pinpointing the other’s weaknesses and comparing assets. “Really, Aprille, how are you feeling?” Dez said. His face, the picture of friendly concern.
“I’m a lot better now.” She sat up in her seat and peeked around him to look at the door, “Is your wife coming? I haven’t seen her in a while.”
The smile was stitched tight to Wendy’s face now, pinned to the corners of her cheeks. “We worked late on a case,” she said.
“Oh? I bet,” Aprille said.
Dez put his arm on Wendy’s elbow and said, “You folks take care.” He pulled her by the elbow away from the table and Aprille smiled as Wendy yanked away from him and started to yell at him as they reached the door.
“Something tells me I don’t want to know,” Reynaldo said.
Aprille looked around the tables and saw that the waitress was coming toward them. “If she comes back here offering me a drink, you have to tell her no and make her go away before I order one.”
“Okay.”
The waitress smiled at Aprille and said, “Do you need a drink hon?”
“Go away!” Reynaldo barked.
Aprille covered her face with her napkin as the waitress backed away from their table and tried not to giggle.
9 . Frank knocked on the frame of the Chief’s office door and said, “You wanted to see me?”
“Come in and shut the door.”
Frank felt his stomach turn over. The bastard has a surveillance camera on his property and caught me taking his trash, was his first thought. Frank shut the door and walked stiffly to the chair across from the Chief’s desk. He sat down and waited for it.
“I received an email today with an interesting link to a video posted on YouTube. Care to guess what it showed?”
Frank shook his head.
“It showed you brutalizing a juvenile, and now, it is on the internet for the entire world to see. You have embarrassed me for the last time, Officer O’Ryan.”
“You’re firing me?”
“I’m moving you back to patrol, effective immediately.”
Frank said nothing for a moment. He looked at the Chief’s desk and said, “Is this the part where you hand me a stack of traffic tickets that you’ve been saving for me?”
Erinnyes’ face turned pale. “You son of a bitch. ”
“We both know you’ve been waiting to do this since the day I went downstairs. This was an event that was just waiting for an excuse to happen. You know why I went to see that kid that day? He mocked Jason Ajax at school about Vic’s death.”
“I don’t care what your reasons were. It was Conduct Unbecoming, and you are lucky all I’m doing is moving you instead of suspending you.”
“Fine. Whatever. I’m tired of waiting for the other shoe to drop anyway. Are we finished?”
Erinnyes took a deep breath and folded his hands across his wide belly. His expression softened and his voice turned buttery, “Do you know something, Frank? I wish you saw the writing on the wall. There is so
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