Chapter 2I opted to take the stairs. It’d buy me time to sort out my muddled emotions. And as I began the jaunt from the fifth to the thirteenth floor, I found myself thinking back to the first time I’d met PAT—well, one of the previous iterations of PAT—fifteen years ago.
I’d arrived at work only to find the door to my office already open. “Hey,” I said, pressing my back against the wall and peering around the filing cabinets to see who’d invaded my space. I mean, the Precinct had standard safety precautions, but still…
I relaxed when I saw two men wearing the distinctive blue overalls of the maintenance staff wrestling a piece of furniture into position. “You sure you’ve got the right office?” I asked. “I don’t remember placing a requisition. Although that is a nice work desk.”
“It’s
