Chapter 10Engaging in a chase, responding to a break-in, breaking up a fracas—those sorts of things got your blood pumping. Playing wait-and-see? Not so much.
But that’s precisely the position Fiona, PAT, and I found ourselves in the next morning. Fiona and I were working on our case reports. I knew that I, for one, would need to go back and edit some of my work later. I found it difficult to stay focused.
Meanwhile, PAT hooked in to the citywide traffic cam feed, searching for one vehicle in particular.
Fortunately, I couldn’t think of anyone I’d rather wait things out with. I shot Fiona a sidewise glance when I thought she wasn’t looking. Despite my best intentions, I’d found my determination not to let myself feel anything erode, to the point where I allowed myself to fantasize that
