“Is that what we’re calling it now? Because it sounded like you were spreading your legs for information. How’d being the slut work out for you?” Morrison stood up, his chair rolling back with a squeal.
Heat flooded my cheeks but I refused to back down. “Go to hell, Morrison.”
“Did you at least get some good intel before you blew your cover? Or were you too busy playing house with the whole damn club?”
“That’s enough.” I stepped toward him, my hands clenched into fists. “You have no idea what you’re talking about. You’re jealous because you didn’t get shit.”
He laughed.
The cold, cruel sound would have bothered me a month ago. “Word is, you got so deep undercover, you forgot which side you’re on. I believe you started thinking with your pussy instead of your brain.”
“Afraid even if that were the case, I’d still be a better detective than you.”
“Ooooh.” The sound from multiple men ricocheted around the bullpen.
Men I’d spent years working alongside.
They never respected me.
And I understood now that they never would.
“Morrison.” Captain Delaney stepped out of his office. “Get back to work.”
I was so shocked a feather could have knocked me over.
The bullpen fell silent as Morrison’s face flushed crimson.
He shot me a look full of venom and turned away.
“Hart. My office. Now.” Captain Delaney turned away without a backward glance.
Fuck.
I followed Delaney, my stomach churning.
The captain closed the door behind me with a soft click.
“Sit.” He pointed at the same chair with a resigned sound.
I did as I was told.
It would be the last time I sat in this office.
No matter what happened today, I would never step foot in this office again if I could help it.
Captain Delaney studied me for a long, calculated minute. “We need to discuss your spectacular failure.”
“Sir.” I considered my words.
Delaney held up a hand to stop me from continuing.
I allowed him to control the conversation more out of curiosity than obedience. “Three weeks, Hart. You spent three weeks embedded with the Vipers, and what do we have to show for it? Nothing.”
He slammed a fist on the desk. “Less than nothing. Because of you, they know law enforcement is watching them.”
“Why didn’t you show up last night?” I launched the question before I had a chance to regret it.
Delaney rubbed his fingers so hard into his forehead that he wrinkled the skin. “It served no purpose.”
