Thirteen

What I demanded for my tasks, I realized as I dug through mounds of clashing substantiation, is a source. A lead. Someone who knows commodity about why the system is failing, why hard medicines continue to flow in and out of the GTA.

After the many hours of exploration I have put in over the last couple of days, I can tell that commodity suspicious is going on. I can feel it in my bones, that there's further passing than meets the eye.

Once Roger finished arguing with someone over the phone, I gave him a couple of moments to breathe ahead I approached him. "Roger," I begin," Do we have any connections in the New York PD?"

. He mumbled, tearing his eyes down from the composition in front of him and looking up at me. He eyes me curiously." Formerly conducting interviews, huh?"

.I signed. "I suppose I am getting near, but I need to speak to someone who can give me a more picture of what is going on."

He dredged through some papers on his office, scribbled commodity onto a sticky- note, and passed it to me." Knock yourself out, youngster."

I strangled a small chortle." Thanks, Dad."

I suppose I caught the edge of his lip twitch before I headed back to my office.

Once I slipped back into my president, Seth glanced at me across the hedge between our two divisions." The old man likes you formerly, titlist. Good job."

Seth was in his late thirties, rangy with a thick set of spectacles. I can not help but laugh. "I have been then all day, Seth. I do not indeed suppose he remembered my name."

From behind me, Lydia piped in," I have worked with the old fart for nearly ten times now and he still does not remember mine." There is a recreation in her voice.

Yes, my new platoon is facetious and friendly. At least.

" Get back to work, whatever your- the name is," Roger calls gruffly from across the room. The three of us howl with horselaugh.

"I will remember that when it comes time to plan your withdrawal party, Roger," Lydia teases.

Seth sizzled ."Ouch."

Roger shook his head, murmuring commodity unwelcome under his breath.

I suppose he is the kind of joe who would drop dead before he would ever consider retiring.

I turned my attention back to the unheroic piece of paper Roger handed to me. Detective Dylan Rowley is what I suppose it says in that unreadable jotting. I rolled my eyes, squinting at his funk- scrape as I telephoned the number.

After a long ring, the line picked up." Detective Dylan, New York Police Service." Oh, and he'd an English accentuation. My favorite. Men with the accentuation just stood out, you can ask the ladies.

I got ready to subcaste on the charm." Hi Detective Dylan, this is Ellen Miller calling from The Press. Roger mentioned you might be suitable to answer some questions for me."

I heard a small shriek on the other end. " Well, Ellen, I generally need a couple of pints before I can sit through an interrogation. You intelligencers are so bloody boring." I could hear the mischief in his low voice. I'd put him in his early thirties, tops it.

Boring. Yeah, right. "Well, you have not met any good bones, also, have you joe?"

. A wry chortle." Perhaps not. But as intriguing as you might be, darling, I am still going to need a drink before I can partake in any secrets. Friday after work?"

Oh, he allowed he was so fascinating." Are you asking me out formerly, Detective Rowley?"

.That earned me a deep, rough laugh. Commodity about the sound is mannish and plainly seductive." You wish, love. 6 pm at The Vinyl sounds good?"

And he supposedly has good taste in bars.

He more is a good catch too, I mean Mark and I were serious now but boy oh boy was I still ready to ride a good gumshoe behind his reverse.

“ That works for me”.

I could hear the dry smile at the edge of his voice." And I anticipate you to be hectically amusing, Melanie. Roger generally puts me to sleep. I am going to have to stop taking calls from your office one of these days unless you can find a way to keep me interested." And he's surely flirting with me.

I rolled my eyes." Sounds like the bar is set enough downward. Good-bye, Operative."

" See you Friday, squeeze."

When I hung up, Seth was laughing to himself. "You are good, Millers."

"Thanks, been in this for a while now."

Internally, I am doing a happy cotillion.