Morgan tapped her pen against her desk lost in thought. She’d been distracted all day. Her mind mulling over the events of the night before. She couldn’t stop thinking of Desman and the way he left. She didn’t want things to end that way but what could she do? The man was a criminal. Now she found herself in a tricky situation. She was investigating the Soldiers, and she was sleeping with one. It was a conflict that was causing her great stress.
“You look like crap,” Sam said placing a cup of coffee in front of her. “Did you get any sleep last night?” He asked dropping into his desk chair across from her.
“I’m having a little trouble adjusting.” She confessed picking up the coffee and taking a sip.
“Yeah, this city will eat you up if you let it.” He said placing his coffee on the desk.
