“Got it. I’ll make sure that doesn’t happen.” Euclid paused, wondering if she should bring it up, then decided to anyway. “Do you think we, uh, jumped the gun on arresting Brooksfield?”
A silence on the line, where Euclid imagined Adewale was giving the mouthpiece of her cell phone a frosty glare. And then, slowly, “No. Doyouthink we did?”
Euclid balked at the sudden change in temperature in the conversation.“Certainly not,” Euclid lied. The case felt rushed—she had a vague feeling they were missing something big. But Adewale wasn’t having it, and Euclid wouldn’t be any help if she was taken off the case.
“Let’s leave it at that, Nova. Keep me updated.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
A dial tone sounded.
“Five minutes is up,” Wiley called from the bed.
“You’re goddamned right it is.” Euclid stood and stretched, then untied the cinch of her silk robe and let it fall to the floor. The motions could wait.
