Not wanting to seem impolite, she nodded her acknowledgement
and kept walking, keeping her eyes on Greg.
As she approached, Greg stood and greeted her. “Why the
covert meeting?”
She sat and looked up at him. “I almost lost my job today,”
she said and waited for him to sit down.
He looked at her, sat down, closed his eyes and sighed. “I
didn’t think they’d take it that far. Look, I’m sorry, but when I approached my
boss with this, he was ready to have my ass in a sling. I told him that it was
my idea, but he didn’t believe me. I didn’t know that he’d call your Chief.”
“Well he did, and now I’ve been kicked off the case,” she
said and looked around for a waitress. “I really should have thought this out,
because right now I really need a drink.”
He reached across the table, took her hands in his and
looked at her. “You don’t want to do that, Kelli,” he said and looked into her
eyes. “There may be a way around this, but I can’t guarantee anything. Give me
a few days, maybe I can work something out, like we did with Garcia.”
She looked at him, then down at his hands holding hers and
pulled away. “You’ve already done more than enough,” she said, feeling her
cheeks flush. “If you get fired over this, and it is possible, then neither of
us will have a chance to do anything about that son of a bitch.”
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