“And we wonder where the boys get that wild streak. I think we’ve found the source.”
He slapped her on the ass.
“I have no idea, Deputy Director,” he said, winking at her. “As for the gun part, I’m not carrying, so we’re good,” he added.
He knew that in order to keep his badge, he couldn’t carry a gun if he’d used peyote. It was one of the accommodations the FBI demanded with his religious status.
And he respected that.
As the profiler, and shrinky-dink, it was rare he needed a gun. The Marines were carrying in spades.
“Raph has it.”
Well, that was good.
When they heard heels on the floor, they knew who was coming. It was Vivian, and she was heading their way.
When she got into the room, she saw that Elizabeth was there, and she clued her in.
“Elizabeth, there’s a call from Axelle on line two for you. She said you pulled a case.”
And there it was.
Well, never say that Timothy wasn’t all the way up in her business.
Because he was.
It was funny how that haunting didn’t bother her, but waltzing ghosts did.
Crazy.
Ivan just sighed.
“We stand corrected again,” he stated. “Woo-woo, one, Marines…zero.”
It appeared so.
Vivian was to the point.
“She said she needs to speak to you regarding the case. Where do you want to take it?” she asked. “Oh, and heads-up, she sounded very perturbed.”
That was a nice word for bitchy, and Elizabeth knew it, too.
Since it was Axelle, she knew she needed to talk to her about the situation going on with her people.
This was going to be an ugly conversation, so she’d do it in her office. That way, when it got wordy and mean, she had privacy.
“My office,” she said. “Thank you, Vivian. I’ll get on it as soon as I get back there. Tell her I’m doing my rounds, and it won’t be more than a couple minutes.”
Maybe that would help her chill the fuck out.
The woman nodded, and headed out.
“Can someone alert Chris? I don’t know where we’re going, but he’ll need to get Benjamin and his team ready to go. A case means bodies for us.”
Ivan nodded.
“Saint will get it handled.”
