“What are you doing, Gabe?” she asked, her booted feet up on the corner of his desk as she waited for him to get off the phone.
He shrugged.
“I’m testing the loyalty of my agents. I have some issues with a few of them, and I’m throwing shit at them to see what sticks.”
She sighed.
“Why do you have to be a dick? I mean, I know it’s natural for you, but aren’t we all busting our balls hard enough for you?”
He pointed.
“You get away with that, but that can change.”
She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, okay, Dick McDickerson. My bad. Pointing out the obvious is my flaw. God forbid the agent carrying all the homicides in this office can see the forest through your bullshittery.”
He snorted.
Elizabeth got away with it because he genuinely loved and cared about her.
“I have two agents that are in a relationship, and you know how I feel about that.”
She lifted a brow.
“Are they good agents?”
He nodded.
Gabe didn’t hesitate.
“Yeah, they’re out of thePhillyoffice and originally from here.”
Immediately, her brain started working. She knew most of the agents who were floating from DC. There was one specific one inPhilly.
Gene Cantrell.
Her friend.
Knowing Gabe, she couldn’t just tell him that, so she began protecting the people she knew would have her back—even against someone she called family.
Gabe was an asshole most of the time.
“How about you just leave them alone?” she asked. “Because you’re running short on agents. If you lose anymore, the mice in the morgue storage room are going to have to get itty-bitty guns and badges.”
He just stared at her.
“Who hurt you?”
She held up her hand and ticked the people off on her fingers.
“My mother, my stepmother, my father, my gay-man mother, my boss, my boss’s boss, and my…”
He stopped her.
“I got the picture two mothers and two bosses ago.”
She smiled.
