He’d spent more hours than he wanted to think about sitting in the waiting room at HCMC. Warren closed his gritty eyes and wished for at least a couple hours sleep as he tilted his head against the elevator wall.
“Captain Tolson talk to you?” Zeke asked from beside Warren in the elevator.
“He did.”
“How do you feel about it?”
“Not thrilled it’s under these circumstances, but otherwise, pleased.”
“All right.” Zeke nodded. “You already know that while we have assigned hours, we often flex them to make it work with an investigation. He glanced at his watch, Warren didn’t have to look, he knew it was about half past four in the morning. “I want you to go home, get at least four hours sleep, meet me at noon.”
Warren lifted one brow, there was a lot more than four hours between now and whe
