One day. That’s all it took for this guy to make me wish I never took an oath to protect life.
Chapter 4
LONDON
“You always play with people’s lives like it’s some kind of joke?” Hammond says, crossing his arms over his chest.
I duck my head behind the wall and out of sight of the wide window to the captain’s office. Pretty sure I’m not supposed to be hearing this. But I’m waiting to see the Cap next, as per his orders, and I don’t want to leave.
“Give it a rest, we all know you’re pissy because your previous promotion got derailed.”
“Enough!” the actual captain of this unit says.
Honestly, I’m not partial to either of these guys vying for the top spot. But anyone besides Schmidt would be better for the house. The guy is a misogynistic, reckless idiot. In my humble probie opinion.
What has Hammond done? Apart from being slightly standoffish, which I suspect is to keep a little distance between his role and the rest of the unit, he seems okay.
Guess time will tell.
Mama and I have been burned in the worst way possible giving a man the benefit of the doubt. Never again.
Wish Kel was here, he can sniff out a wolf in sheep’s clothing a kil—amileaway. Damn this imperial system. A mile will always sound odd. A pound instead of a kilo... seems like money before it’s a way to measure weight.
Still—
The door slams. Schmidt side-eyes me as he stalks to the common room. Hammond walks out next.
“Your turn, probie.”
His face is stone. He gives nothing away.
Oh great.
Rolling off the wall, I step into Cap’s office. “You wanted to see me, sir?”
“Have a seat, London.”
“Ah, thanks.”
I think.
Cap rubs the grey stubble covering his jaw, before a smile stretches his face. “Hammond says you were a little non-compliant today on the house fire callout.”
“He was under load. I thought?—”
Cap holds up a hand. “Leave the thinking to your superiors. Hammond knows what he’s doing, Tennison. Next time, follow orders, no questions asked.”
“Yes sir.”
Why do I feel like the naughty kid who can’t take the heat?
“How are you settling in?”
“It’s only been one shift.” My brows drop. How can one question have me feel like such a screw up already?
He leans forward. “To the city, London.”
“Oh, yeah, we’ve been here around a year now. It’s good.”
