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appropriate, given the circumstances. They would have
made me feel better, most definitely, but would have served only to
get me cuffed and processed just for good measure. I finally
decided on a one-word answer. I took a deep breath and fought to
ground my ire, or at the very least, keep the brunt of it out of my
voice.
    “Perfectly,” came my response.
    “Good,” she returned. “I am glad to know that
we understand one another. Now if you will kindly go back
downstairs, I am going to have Detective Storm here escort you to
the medical examiner’s office. I will meet you there in due
course.”
    “Wait a minute.” I shook my head and blinked
as I felt my forehead automatically crease from the sudden feeling
of confusion. “Aren’t we going to look at this crime scene?”
    “We have been looking at it, Mister Gant,”
she told me as she turned on her heel. “You, however, are not.”
    I started toward her as she began walking
away, and felt not only Felicity’s grip tighten, but also Ben’s
barrier-like forearm thud across my chest as I ran into it.
    “Then what the hell did you call me up here
for?” I shouted after her.
    She stopped in her tracks and stood with her
back to us for a measured handful of seconds before twisting
slightly and looking back over her shoulder at me.
    “I thought we had already established who is
in charge here, Mister Gant” was all she said before turning and
continuing on her way.
     
     
     
     

CHAPTER 5:
     
     
    “I can’t believe she did that!” I punctuated
the angry comment by slapping my open palm hard against the side of
Ben’s van. The force of the impact joined with the frigid sheet
metal to send a loud thump in one direction and a jarring sting up
my arm in the other. I instantly regretted the action but did it
again anyway. In fact, I did it twice more and would have continued
had my friend not circled his hand about my wrist and stopped me
mid-swing.
    “Calm down,” he barked. “My friggin’ van
didn’t do anything to ya’.”
    I turned to face him, my infuriation seething
outward in hot waves. “Dammit, Ben, she called us up there just so
she could try to intimidate me.”
    “Yeah,” he nodded. “That’s her style.
Whaddaya want me to tell ya’? Now shut up and quit makin’ a
scene.”
    I took quick notice that my outburst had, in
fact, attracted attention from some nearby uniformed officers and
crime scene technicians, but I didn’t really care.
    “Who the hell does she think she is?!” I
demanded as my voice rose well above any necessary volume.
    A sudden swath of blue-white light fell
across us, struggling to fend off the darkness and expose us to the
world. It slashed drunkenly back and forth, growing brighter with
each pass. The varied sounds of interested commotion blended with
frenzied footsteps at an ever-increasing volume.
    Ben shot a startled look over his shoulder
and declared a staccato string of expletives that ended with “I
really don’t need this shit.”
    With a quick jerk, he yanked the passenger
door of the vehicle open and shoved me at the opening as he
ordered, “Get in.”
    “Hell no!” I exclaimed. “They want a story,
I’ll give them a story!”
    I shuffled back and sidestepped him as he
reached for me again. I don’t know how I pulled it off, but I
somehow feigned a quick shift in position that left my friend
grasping at air and me skirting quickly around him and the open
door. The television reporters were almost upon us, and I was
aiming myself toward them with fire in my throat and a vitriolic
commentary on my tongue.
    Before I managed to take a second step,
however, the front of my coat laminated itself to my chest and
forced the air from my lungs. I could no longer feel the ground
beneath my feet, and my stomach fluttered with the butterflies of
momentary weightlessness as I literally arced backward in flight. I
stumbled once more to the ground, remaining upright only by the
grace of the large hand that was