How difficult could that be?
“You’re grinning,” Mac said, clueing her in.
She giggled softly, keeping her voice down. Yeah, she couldn’t help it.
She was trying, but this was too damn awesome.
At that very moment, they were assisting the FBI, and not being handed shit cases by their boss.
Today was a good day in her world.
A damn good one.
“Mac, she told us that she was going to offer us jobs. I can finally get the fuck out from under Frank’s thumb. I’m tired of him objectifying me.”
He patted her leg in sympathy.
Yeah, it was annoying for him to watch happen, but he imagined his partner hated even seeing the man. He gave off a creepy-ass vibe, like he wanted to corner Tora and make her life hell.
When he became a detective, he’d replaced one of the older female ones. She’d bailed because dealing with Frank was a nightmare.
“I know. I’m sorry he does that. I’m trying to keep him from doing it as much as I can. There’s only so much I can do,” he admitted.
She was aware.
Truth be told, Mac was her best friend.
They did everything together. Not only did they work well together, but they played well together. He liked skiing, and she loved it.
He was into vintage cars, and so was she.
When she was upset, her bestie talked her down, and vice versa. They had a great friendship, and she was grateful they’d be moving on together.
He was her ride and die.
“Think we’ll be partners in the FBI?” she asked.
Oh, he hoped so.
“Maybe. We have to find something to make this case. We need to get evidence, so Elizabeth is impressed,” he said. “Or we’re playing detective until the day we die—with Frank all over us like cuckoo on a clock.”
Yeah, she wasn’t taking that lying down.
She would fight and get on Elizabeth’s team, and she’d make sure Mac was with her.
They’d make that transition together.
Tora didn’t want to leave him behind, especially since he’d been the wall between her and their boss.
“Did we find anything unusual about the list of people who were buried in the cemetery?” she asked, handling the task that Elizabeth had asked them to do.
He shook his head.
“No, nothing odd. They all had different jobs, and none of them seem to be suspicious. I’m not sure we’re going to find anything in that list. We might need something bigger to dig into.”
On that, she agreed.
But what?
